He said I caught his eye

And so I wonder why?

Could it be the paint on my toes?

Or the way they slant down like stairs

Possibly it is the skin tone on my legs?

Or the stride of my step

Can it have been my butt?

Or they way my jeans hug my body

Maybe he fell in love with my breast

Or the way they peek out of the collar of my shirt.

Maybe it was my arms that got him wondering

Why is there a scar so big on her wrist

Or a burn in a perfect circle on her hand

Could it have be the curl of my lip?

Or was it the lip ring that fits perfectly on it

Was it the fire in my eyes?

Or the way they cover the pain

And allow him to trust them

But then again I could have been the bin of my hair

Or they way it falls on my shoulders.

But it might have been deeper than skin

Definitely it was my soft voice

The need of my care

The beat of my heart

The pureness of my soul

The tender of my touch

It was the way I forgive

The grip of my hold

To the love he gave me

Or the little attitude I get.

Possibly it was the fact there is so much darkness in the world

He seen beauty left in me

What ever it could have been

He found what I failed to see