I know how you take your coffee,
which way you like the sheets turned.
I know how hot your shower needs to be to make you relax,
and which colour towel you like the most.
I know how to make your eyes water,
and how to make your stomach turn.
I know how to make you smile,
and how to say your name to make you blush.
I know how you cry,
and how you laugh.
But still you're a stranger to me,
and I feel like I'll never know enough about you,
to make sense of who you are when I'm not with you.