He may not be popular, he may not be cool
But I love him
I love the way that piece of hair falls over his eyes
I imagine his lips upon mine as we fuse in a sweet embrace
Out fingers laced in an imaginary pact
I love him
I don’t care what anybody says
I look into his eyes; try to see what he’s thinking
People says its eyes that are the windows to their souls
But I think it’s their smile
His smile is incredible
A crooked grin, lips parted slightly, irresistible
I love him
