I know whose spells you`re under
And how you`re trapped in perplexity
Between your confession or burying under
The secret whispers of your heart
But can I steal your thoughts?
Do I, sometimes? Can I leave behind
A trace of verses for you to follow
Into a dimly lit chamber of my heart
Where rests a mirror for you to see
You like I see you, in all glory of grace?
In your eyes I see, seraphic niceness lingers
And how your thought teases my mind
I shiver from spine to brain to my fingers.
Let me steal a moment with this understatement;
You are the finest shade of beauty.