Your Face

I enjoy looking
at your face,
with your wide
round eyes and how,
sometimes without intent,
you squint with them.
I smile each time
you smile,
Cause your smile
is so sweet,
and innocent,
sometimes without intent,
you make me
fall again.
I adore your nose,
with its perfect shape
just like a mountain's,
one that I would like
to climb, it's peak
blessed with the glorious view of the rest.
You lips are heaven,
with their perfect shape
and softest touch,
I'd gladly stop living.