I Notice
They say my
nose is always
stuck in a book,
that I don't
notice
if it's not written.
But I notice.
The way the
freckles dance
across your
nose,
flow over
your cheeks.
How the muscles
under your
shirt
look strong
enough to
break me,
how your smile
is bright enough
to heal me.
I notice,
how your teeth
catch your
lower lip
when you concentrate
in class.
I notice,
How blue
your eyes are,
how they make my
legs quiver,
and my heart
skip a beat,
when you look
in my direction.
I notice
how you
never know
what to say,
and how
you think
you're not
good enough,
though you
mean
the most
to me,
more than
anything.
I notice how
your red,
auburn,
carrot,
beautiful
hair,
brushes your
neck,
falls into your
face when
you shake your
head in
disagreement.
I notice
how you
think you're
not smart,
yet I've never
beaten you
in a game
of chess.
I notice,
how you
look at me
when you
think I'm
not looking,
when you don't
notice the
shiver running
down my spine
when you
touch me
to get my
attention.
You say I
don't notice.
I noticed,
that
I love you,
Ronald Weasley.
HG
Ali