Undercurrents of Familiarity

He's a pretty face with unusual eyes.
His smile is like a child's and like a child he shares it.
There's not much I know about him,
but there's an undercurrent of familiarity cloaked with formality.
Almost like I know, but don't know,
and want to know why I don't know what I know,
and what to know what's beyond.
Its a curiosity about that mind, not the desire for it.
And though he makes me wish I could write, its really not a crush,
Just a real funny feeling, with a slightly poetic touch.