The sparkle in his eye always gives him away
I know to take two steps to the left when I see it
Otherwise I'd be charged and tackled to the ground
I knows that the twitch beneath his right eye means he's thinking of something unpleasant
And I know how to put up with his overzealous front
Because he can't stand bringing people down.
I know that when he flares his nostrils, he's mentally counting to ten and waiting for it to pass
"Anger's not good for the soul," he says
I know that the way he chews his lip means he's nervous
And that an arm around his shoulder calms him enough to make the biting stop
I know that when he rubs his earlobe he's far away in thought and there are no words to bring him back
So I wait for him
I know his cheeks only flush when he's embarrassed for someone else
So I try to keep the rouge from appearing on my behalf
But when I see the twitch in his lip, the one that always leads to his smile
The only thing I can do is sit back and let myself fall in love with him all over again
