the look in his eyes…
his gaze held so tightly
that I could feel his pupils read me
like his every blink could write me
as if he knew my every crevice,
felt like he memorized me,
disguised me in his thoughts
so he could privately recite me
He could solve my every mystery,
like a puzzle in his mind
He’d jumble all my pieces
just to see what he could find
Can’t compete with his stare
so my vision remains ablaze
as I am caught up in the rapture
of his mesmerizing gaze.

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