I Find Myself...

I*nspired by the extent of your beauty -though
N*eglecting to consider your flaws.
F*antasizing the perfect introduction -whilst
A*pprehensive of rejection.
T*emptation striving to vanquish inhibitions -all
U*nbeknownst to your mind and vision.
A*nticipating your expectations -slowly
T*ransforming my intentions.
E*ntertaining all the prospects -constantly
D*irecting my attention.. onto you..

Let Me In...

As I lay these lines, like train tracks destination: your heart.
Every syllable is a spike, that I pound into place.
Every word is a sleeper, that join the lines in space.
And I wonder when I'll finally be able to board this train-
Following the tracks to a place only one man can attain..
Only you can decide, you choose the ones who ride
Your the conductor of this secret train to your heart...
Let me in..

A Crush...

Oh Wat a Crush can do
with a mind imbued
with principles,
ingrained to make simple,
the complex ever aggressive cycle
of attraction & infatuation
vs love & expectations,
postponed to the point of understandin,
while the heart is being combated
by the mind & the spirit-
working together to live by Words,
more lofty than this physical form we possess.. I digress...