It's About You

When it comes to fashion,
I'll be a number four on a rate.
But when it comes to passion I don't think it'll be at all love or hate.
It's not about how I look or smell
Or how I eat or am.
It's how you say it. How you tell.
How you're the lion and I'm the lamb.

I see the way you look at me.
The cold, glassy stare in your eyes.
It feels comforting, not at all creepy.
You take my face in your hands and you sigh.

What do you see?
What do you think?
It's a mystery to me.
All I do is talk, breathe, and blink.
You're the beautiful one here.
You make everything right.

You take away all my fear.
I'm so lost in your sight.