Why is it?

Why is it somedays when I think I'm okay

I look at Rob and my world starts to sway

I'm a grown woman I state, I know the score

But just one glimpse leaves me wanting more.

I watch him laughing, his mouth open wide

And I yearn to be with him, along for the ride

Why do I feel, this longing, this need?

A quite unfathomable question indeed.

Is it his eyes, blue/grey like the sea

Or his exquisite jawline that wont let me be?

His soft full lips hold an inviting allure

Rending every waking moment impure.

Maybe it's his hands, his fingers so long

That holds my attention, pulse beating strong

Or his broad manly chest covered in hair

Can stop me stone dead in my tracks and stare.

His sense of humour, so zany and free

Is exactly the way I love him to be

His smile that can melt the coldest of hearts

Brings a glow to his face like a work of art.

I can say with conviction it's the sexy stare

When joined by a smirk drives me to despair

I could ask all these questions till I'm 109

But he's just Rob and I wish he were mine.

Then I realise my answers are there, plain to see

They vividly describe what Rob means to me

But most of all I love what Rob cannot hide

The beautiful soul he holds deep inside.