Young

“Smiles and Stares”

As I sit across in my chair, there you are you seem to be a product of divinity.

Slowly, I gaze Upon your face and I feel the sensation

Quick! Timidity I wring my heart of activity What has taken me captive?

Your smiles, Your stares, The little twinkle here and there The look The feel of you

Your eyes Your hair All of you, you standing there

There’s music everywhere Paradise As I hover in your space Wait! I know my place

I can’t, I’ll be a disgrace.