You come and go in person and in my dreams.

But every visit stirs up the heart beat…

there goes the flutter below in the belly.

The feelings make me question how I should be,

because you’re really not that special, you’re alright,

and yet, I still find that you are an anomaly.

I barely know you,

only brief conversations, too bashful then to admit,

but I am certain now that the little made all the difference.

You’re really not all that unique,

your hair was tousled, your look so scruffy, your eyes were sweet

but those weren’t it.

What made you stand out

it was simply…your smile.

an anomaly.