My eyes have duped me into believing that I have found the one, not once,
but since that sleepless night, it’s been clear that the heart sees clearer than the eyes.
Since my first text – “hey…”, I’ve been making hay, yet her shine will dim by no chance
and I pray that through her heart, she may see my fondness of hers and break ice.
It is not my fault that I’m so generous to her with my attention.
Effortlessly, she gets my attention. Wish I was sure that she craves it.
Just in case she doesn’t, then taking coal to Newcastle is my intention.
It’s hard to gag fondness. Trying to reveal my intent and heart beat by bit.
Maybe it’s the way her voice makes Billie Holiday’s sound like a rumble.
Maybe it’s her intellect and her interests and how the dove-tail mine.
Oh, I know, it’s how she sees through my hard head, to spot my inner humble.
How can she see that, yet we’ve never seen each other. Even from a mile!
Heart sees clearer. Oblivious of her face, her inner splendor is a fact.
Isn’t that what matters? I beg for her; mercy. I swear I wouldn’t hurt her heart.