I don’t know what it is about gazing into your eyes that makes me know there is a wordless language, void of all languages.

I don’t know what it is about a tiny bird singing in the dark that makes me cry.

I don’t know what it is that makes me fall in love with laughter, and I stop laughing just to hear it.

I don’t know what it is about a falling star that feels like the birth of a dream.

I don’t know what it is about the presence of the moon that feels kind to glistening eyes.

I don’t know what it is about your smile that tangles me up inside.