Wednesday, April 11, 2012

You Make Me

You make me smile.
I know you don’t mean to. 
It happens every time I see your face, 
and I imagine your voice.
Then I read your words,
but they are not for me, and yet
it makes me smile.
I won’t even try to explain it,
not to you, not to anyone.
Not even to myself.
And it doesn’t matter
it’s just a smile. 
I have done nothing wrong. 
There is nothing to justify.
But I will never tell.
You make me.

©2012 Garden Summerland