Blissful wonder

And if you were to have asked me
what I liked about you
right there and then
I would have said
that I like that you keep me wondering,
wanting to know more
and more
but you never leave me hanging
you leave me with
a blissful wonder.

It's not that I fancied your thoughts
or the way you spoke.
Not the way you looked,
the attention
I was given,
there was
more.

So much so
that it left
me
wondering.
What
Why
How
do you do that?

Because it was clear to see
at least to me,
you weren't even
didn't even
wouldn't even have to
try.

You were you.
I was me.
We were there.
Listening
to the raindrops
sing
in blissful
wonder.