I like your soul the best, I think.
Don’t get me wrong. I like all of other other parts of you, too.
But your soul…
It’s sort of blink-and-you-miss-it, but then you wonder how you could never have noticed it before.
And, God, once I noticed it, I couldn’t stop staring.
You haven’t caught me as of yet, but I doubt that you’d mind too much if you did.
You’d probably just smile that smile that I’ve come to eagerly anticipate and be genuinely confused.
And that’s what I love about you.