Transparent to Your Eyes

"why are you so nice to me?"
you should have known it by now.
I've never said the words but I'm sure I've shown it 
somehow.
In the trembling of my voice, in an embrace, in the care in
 my eyes when they look on your face at the tears that live
 down your cheeks to die at your lips.
I would have them die at my fingertips.
And I can't wait to see the person you become when you're 
already so brave and so strong. All the joy you've ever 
wished for, call me when you find it.