You.

I like your eyes,

I like the way

you

hold yourself;

your voice -

accent so airy;

your smile.

Your pale,

goose-flesh

skin.

I even 

like your figure

(although I

really 

should've

put that one first).

I kiss your nose,

your brow,

your forehead;

it's  just

a pity

this love

is

imaginary.