Have I relished too long in the thought,
Should I let it go,
Tear myself away from
You, enticing me with your piercing grin,
I, fumbling in my demure,
Devised deep in the quiet,
What you’d say,
to have me ask you to stay,
Locked in your gaze,
Outspoken mysterious ways,
Looking at me,
full of intensity,
between each melodic muse,
synergy reaching me,
a plausible impracticality,
why can’t I distinguish between dreams and veracity,
your distinctive disposition,
creates a stirring in my soul,
and I hide to save myself from conveyance,
I leave it all in your hands,
if ever you should ascertain my adoration.