I think I’m in trouble …
You make me smile!

You know that smile that makes men take notice and want phone numbers and to spend time
You know that smile that makes women look twice “what she so happy about”
That smile that remembers something you said or did or a song you played for me
A smile that remembers yours, beautifully welcoming, sexy yet sincere

You make me smile ALL over
From my hair, which you make feel luxurious, instead of its usual wild and untamable
To my toes, which relish your attention
To my body, screaming hints, subtle and not, that it really likes you
To my soul, softly whispering your praises, afraid that you might be a figment of its imagination, too perfect to be real, it’s so unaccustomed to good treatment and care

Yup, I think I’m in trouble
Constant smiles require a level of happiness I’m unfamiliar with
But with you the effort is easy and it doesn’t feel forced
You don’t push, you don’t cajole, or exert great energy, but still you bring forth grins I show inside and out
You make me feel pretty and interesting
You make me want to keep smiling
Trouble or not, I thank you for my smiles