Something about Stephen

There’s something about Stephen,

Something I can’t explain.

Maybe it’s his smile,

Or how he picks my brain.

Maybe it’s his laugh, 

Or how he likes to tease.

Maybe it’s his face

Right before he starts to sneeze.

Maybe it’s his glasses,

Or maybe it’s his hair.

Maybe it’s the way

He moves without a care.

Sometimes our hearts decide for us

Without any real reason.

Sometimes we can’t explain it.

There’s just something about Stephen.