I'm Gonna Miss Him

looking at you
staring back
i wonder how you know
the feelings i don't show
seeing in through the eyes
and glancing inside-
an invasion
of the sweetest kind.
and you take my hand
brush it to your lips
so simple, i think
is this what love is?
it must be-
it's in the way
you touch me.
just snuggling
and sitting close
it'd be useless to hide
since everyone knows
by looking at our fingers
intertwined
you're mine..