And she knows

It's not the color of her eyes;
The bright blue skies that smile upon me.
It's the way that she stares at me at night with disbelief and admiration.
And when she sings to me
I lose myself in a deep sea of strings and melody.
And I don't want to be free
Of the overwhelming calmness her voice brings me.
And when I least expect them,
Those things my woman says to me
Makes me not want to leave.
 So I keep making plans,
And whilst I look through the glass,
There she is staring at me,
Telling me of how much I make her happy,
And so I smile and don't say a word.
And she knows.