When you see me staring at you,
without making a sound.
It’s because I’m lost inside your eyes,
not wanting to be found.
When you see me smiling at you,
without saying a word.
It’s because I’m hiding here with you,
not wanting to be heard.
When you see me laying with you,
without making a peep.
It’s because I’m counting memories,
instead of counting sheep.
Then, when you close your eyes
and I kiss you on the cheek;
You will know I love you,
and I didn’t need to speak.