To Capture

You wonder why I stare.

You smile as though you don't believe when I say you're pretty, but you're happy all the same.

Yet you wonder why I am happy to just look at you, with my doe eyes and love filling every expression.

To take in all of you, even if it's the same face each time I do.

But that's just it. I'm not good at faces.

I wouldn't be able to spot my own brother in the street. And yours is a face I want to remember.

So I'll study your freckles and track each crease around your eyes as you smile.

I want to be able to recognise you at a glance.

I want to hold your image with the swell of emotions in my chest for when we are not near.

I'm not good with faces. But I'm trying my best to capture yours.