And then you probably liked it even more
When her clothes were on the floor.
You liked the way she felt,
You liked that she was sensitive
So have you tried to make sense of it?
Perhaps you’ve been distracted,
Obviously drawn in,
To another pretty face.
Those big, brown eyes -
You love the way she looks at you -
But do you know those eyes
They see what you’re wanting
They’re trying to see what you’re hiding
She’s enjoying wondering
And all that hair?
Every curl holds a secret,
Thick with all the reasons
That she’s the best person you’ll ever meet
And the worst.
But to know,
You’d have to get to know her first.
Do you want to know more than
Just what she feels like under your fingertips?
Countless pretty faces
But just one with a mind like hers
One that, when it stirs,
The thoughts that she holds inside,
Nothing short of the divine.
Have you ever known God?
Oh, you would
If you dared to get to know her.
Be prepared for her
To show you
A theory of everything...
And she would tell you
If she thought that you were interesting,
If she knew that you were interested
More than just her pretty face.