You

The hair so soft and bright
So bold and yet so dark
That gives to you your cover
For your shyness and your spark

The hands so strong and fierce
So terrifying, it's true
That seem so kind when one's in need
Or when I'm sanding next to you

The face so curious and so proud
So joyful, taunting, too
You use to hide the things inside
When the storm is not yet through

But your eyes so sad and longing
When they looked back at me
They stole my heart that day my dear
But I couldn't let them see