Infatuation

Infatuation As I stand here

cradled in your arms,

I cant help but to ponder

what is the mystery of you.

Were I able to open up your mind,

to learn the sum your parts

in all its ways, what would I find?

You stand there strong, a grip around me,

yet you otter no words,

only deep breaths

and exhales upon my lively neck.

I see you, observe me,

but it's not my curves you look at.

I felt your gaze, the same

as it was on those long summer days,

pouring into me unraveling

my composure with your quiet demeanor,

more than a knowing glance,

did you offer by chance.

I find you so completely mysterious

in every way yet you never fail

to assure me that you will stay.

Your aura, your spirit,

fulfills my every need.

Into the soul, you have planted your seed.