Sometimes things are over analyzed
Sometimes things are seen so superficially
At this moment, gaze upon me
The complexion of my skin,
The shape and color of my eyes,
The outline of my lips
The ease of my smile.
Sometimes there is more,
Sometimes there is deeper
The content of my thoughts
The emotion not seen
The passion underneath
The depth of my character
Sometimes it is only what it is
Companionate
Compassionate
Just love.