The Way You See Me Poem by Biyaya YOHANNA

It is not the way you look at me.

It is the way you see me.

How you know when my heart is smiling.

How you notice when my smile forgets to reach my eyes.

Even when my lips have learned to smile.

How you're learning me, simply by teaching me, while gently allowing me to discover who you are, and the little things you love along the way.

You read me the way others read books carefully, patiently, without skipping a single page.
One that notices the quiet spaces between words, and listens to the things left unsaid.

I love the way you see me,
because no one has ever seen me quite the way you do.