Confession

I love it when that distant noise is your voice,
I love it when those sound decibels resonate to your giggle.
I love the same old air when filled with your presence,
I love that boring silence whenever you are just beside.
I love that breeze that carries your scent,
I love that sand that engraved your footprints.

I love it when you peep into my place just to find me there,
I love it when you worry knowing am not there.
I love it when you secretly grab a bite from my plate,
I love it when you envy someone because you hate to see me with them.
I love it when you try to convert that stare into frown,
I love it when you try to hide your love from me and still get caught.

I love it, even when it is a silly and stupid thing about you,
But I hate it to confess them all in front of you!