At My Most Beautiful

I've found a way to make you Ive found a way A way to make you smile I read bad poetry Into your machine. I save your messages Just to hear your voice. You always listen carefully To awkward rhymes. You always say your name, Like I wouldn't know it's you, At your most beautiful. I've found a way to make you I've found a way A way to make you smile At my most beautiful I count your eyelashes, secretly. With every one, whisper I love you. I let you sleep. I know you're closed eye watching me, Listening. I thought I saw a smile.. I've found a way to make you I've found a way A way to make you smile