Noticing

I notice you.
I see the basics,
Hair color and height,
What you look like to an outsider,
But I also notice details that maybe only I see.
Things like the way your hair is always done,
And the gentle way your arms swing when you walk.
I notice the subtilties of your figure,
Your beautiful and enviable arms and legs,
And your slim, graceful fingers.
I watch as the wind blows your hair,
Making you look even better,
And I've learned your taste in clothes
As well as your best colors.
I notice when your nose wrinkles
And how, on you, it still looks good.
But above all these things,
I've noticed you're too good for me.