The Red, The Brown, The Blond and The Dots

Pervious to my daily tasks

time and time again

I must have counted the color dots on  your face

so many times, I almost remember how many

Millions short of being colored

brown, some what blond, somewhat reddish

I could not decide, but you look good in all

At times I found myself unnerved

Simply by your presence

which is a present, this present, I most miss

the smile, short laughter,

Did I mention the smile,

that turn with her head but have her eyes linger,

for one millisecond more?

One millisecond that by now could have amount to one minute

and all of the complements

did you get my complements?

I think I have a crush

on you, I'm not sure

maybe it's something else

but numbers run long,

and knowledge is short of a distance