I don't stand a chance as you stand before me,
Trespassing on uncharted grounds,
I'm bound by imperfections,
I fear the implications.

I stand still as you pass me by,
I chart your every curve,
Finding no imperfections,
I long for the implications.

You look away,
I look for a way in,
Dreams chart my reality,
I quest for the perfect combination of words,
To have you implicated for caring.

As my gaze crosses paths with your eyes,
I turn and wait for you at the crossroads,
I let myself drown in the immersive you,
Perfectly sure I am a hopeless romantic,
More likely a hopeless child; a bit poetic.

You catch me trying to break in,
Though I've been long caught,
Every word I say,
Can and will be used against me,
In the court of you.

Your face slowly turns red,
Still as cute, now also mad,
Those deep beautiful eyes,
Now come to scrutinize,
I have nothing to conceal,
I admit it's you I came to steal.