Smile back at me

Maybe it's his face, 

As he tells me he's not beautiful
Maybe it's his hair, soft golden and wind blown
As we drive through the streets of town
It could be all these things
But I think it's his smile
Maybe it's his laugh when he throws back and sighs
Or his eyebrows when I do something stupid
Maybe it's his smell, the lotion he wears
Or how my hands smell like country pear for days
You know it could be all these things
But I think mostly it’s his smile
Cause I love to see his smile back at me
And I know he is happy
Maybe it's his touch, the feel of his hands
When he puts his tiny fingers in mine
Maybe it's his eyes gently searching my soul
Still nothing stirs me like when I see those lips roll
and I see his smile
Cause I love to see his smile back at me
And I know he is happy