I want to know you better,
Better than I could ever know myself.
I want to memorize,
Every book that sits on your shelf.
I want to know the colour,
Of every shirt in your wardrobe.
And I want to know about,
Your every dream and hope.
I want to hear the sweetness,
In the sound of your rumbling laughter.
Even when you’re not here,
But my mind keeps replaying it after.
I want to see you smile,
And know which joke you’ll make.
When you say you’re okay,
I want to know whether that’s fake.
I want to know your thoughts,
From the slight twitch in your right eye.
And know if you need a hug,
From merely the sound of your sigh.
And I want to know how,
Your touch remains so gentle,
In a world that’s so rough,
How did I find a beautiful angel?
I want to know you better,
Better than everyone else in this world,
Better than your own mother,
Better than I know myself,
So well, that you cannot be sure,
If I am not just a mirror,
In which you see your own soul.