Love from His Glances

I still remember him looking at me
--of how his face brightens up while his lips start to curve into an awkwardly shy sweet smile.
It's as if it's the first time he sees spring,
And everytime,
Everytime,
I sense love from his glances.

I still remember how his oddly enchanting voice
Rise above the authorities
and
anxieties
when he speaks,
The place seems noisy, yes,
but rest assure I'll hear his voice
loud and clear
Casting beam of joy from a plain same old day.
And although no one knows how he speaks the way he speaks ,
I still love his voice though he hates it.

And although his eyelids seem to hide his eyes when he laughs
I feel his eyes are on me,
And even countless of others feared reality
He dared look through my soul unfearing my weird tangled universe

I know how crazy this universe of mine is,
Yet he still admirably looks at me,
And I still remember how he does
--of how his face brightens up while his lips start to curve into an awkwardly shy sweet smile,
It's as if it's the very first time he sees spring
And everytime,
Everytime,
I sense love from his glances.