Two and a half things I like about you

I like how your eyes bore into mine, like they are the only pair of eyes in the cosmos.

I like it when your eyes smile, when they see me standing at the gates, waiting for me to smile back at them.

I like it when we sit silently, your hands holding mine, softly, as the afternoon sky changes into the night.

I like it when I hear your voice when I go to sleep, only to think about you in my dreams.

I like it that even after all this time that I’ve known you, my love for you has only grown, day by day, minute by minute.

And now, talking of the two and a half things that I like about you, I think that I cannot, for it is so small a number,

to define what my love for you is like,

you can’t contain an ocean in a glass.