All These Things

All These Things - Stephen Speaks

Maybe it's her face

No makeup at all

As she tells me

She's not beautiful

Maybe it's her hair

Soft golden and wind blown

As we drive through

The streets of town

It could be all these things

But I think it's her smile

Maybe it's her laugh

When she throws

Back and sighs

Or her eyebrows when

I do something stupid

Maybe it's her smell

The lotion she wears

Or how my hands smell

Like country pear for days

You know it could be

All these things

But I think mostly

It is her smile

'Cause I love to see

Her smile back at me

And I know she is happy

Maybe it's her touch

The feel of her hands

When she puts her tiny

Fingers in mine

Maybe it's her eyes

Gently searching my soul

Still nothing stirs me like

When I see those lips roll

And I see her smile

'Cause I love to see

Her smile back at me

And I know she is happy