I Look at You and Smile...

I look at you and smile
at the goofy grin on your face
or you laughing at your own joke
in your typical style

I call and ask you
whether you are all right
after a bad bout of cold
or some disappointment new

I text you and think
whether you will reply
or just hit the delete button
or send it to the archive's sink

I meet you and feel
the same sensation within
and unfamiliar fluttering
of my heart still

I touch you and sense
your mood and mind
especially if you are lost
in a web of thoughts dense

I think of you and know
despite all that I mentioned
and the reason of it all
Did I say I love you?