speaking of face.

Incandescently sipping drink,
and sighing with pleasure at the cool,
and bitterly enjoyable taste. I look up to warmth
and a familiar grin. Why are you smiling dear?

You sip your drink, making your face
but I wonder what is that countenance,
but still I can’t help to think how adorable.
But why I wonder, do you make that face as you drink?

Well if only I knew the face you meant
is it soft and full of adoration
or brash and mixed with indecision
does it remind you of any other sort of face,
There’s a lot of different sorts of face,
Do you follow?

Why yes I do quite
Comprehend.
My feelings of it are both straight and clear,
As you know.

It is a face of duality, both soft and kind
Full of confusion yes, not lacking interest though
Or perhaps it is simply remembrance.
Whatever the case, I you know where I stand, regarding the face I mean.

Perhaps I do, actually
I emphatically do understand. Now,
The face I made seems to make some sense,
definitely to you, somewhat to me. The feeling though,
when we speak of this face I mean,
is both profound and abundant.

I like that face.
I love you too.