Every Sunday and Wednesday,
I look forward to seeing you.
To see your brown hair,
and to look into your dark brown eyes.

I go to church and wait,
I wait for you to come in the glass doors.
I see you and you see me,
you smile and I smile back at you.

We walk together,
and find a seat.
We sit together,
and everyone looks.

Church begins and we all stand,
we start singing and smiling.
We then sit down,
and we sit close together.

When we sit together,
your arm touches mine and your leg does to.
As the pastor starts preaching,
you elbow me and leg bump me.

I do the same thing back,
then I look at you and smile.
You look back,
and smile at me too.

You then lean forward,
and tap my arm with your fingers.
I realize what you want to do,
so I put my hand with yours.

We hold hands together,
and I feel the spark.
You felt it too,
because you looked at me.

It was almost time to leave,
and I stayed there with you.
You looked at me,
and I looked at you.

We then came close together,
and we hugged.
We stayed there for what felt like forever,
and wouldn’t let go.

The way we are together,
is perfect you might say.
The way you make me feel,
is something I could never express to anyone but you.