A Part Of Me You Don'T Like Poem by Alexander Foald

What a part of me you don’t like?
Is it the eyes that stare at you when you’re talking,
Watching you sleep and sound at night,
Flirting with you anytime we had a pass-by;
Is it the mouth that kisses you when you’re mad and jealous,
Singing you many love songs of the month,
Calling out your name when I feel lonely and in need of someone;
Is it the hands that lead you on when we get lost in somewhere,
Pulling your hands up to dance to the jazz they play at the club,
Feeling you, touching you like a treasure of all mankind?