Without realization, I am falling in love,
you’re pulling me under so fast.
You are made intriguing by your beauty,
fascinating by your secrecy.
This distance you’ve set is frustrating,
yet I can’t seem to walk away.
Indeed your mystery allures me,
but still I wallow in confusion.
Your blue eyes, bright but shadowed, remain hidden behind waves of dark hair,
your gaze occasionally meeting mine.
Upon these occurances, my heartbeat accelerates,
my mind racing as I quickly turn away.

Each rare smile is precious, captivating,
holding my gaze for seconds too long.
The sound of your voice is as familiar as my own,
and each time I hear it, it’s better than what I’d remembered.
I’m far away from unraveling what you’re trying to tell me,
with piercing stares and mysterious ignorance.
I’ve fallen under and I’m sinking ever faster,
marveling at your flawless, inhumane beauty.
I dream each perpetual night of closing this mournful distance,
and thus I’ve learned to distinguish dreams from reality.