Inquisitive Remorse

So what If, I looked at you twice?
Think, am made of sugar, salt, all the things nice?
What if I stood there and spoke to you?
Smiled at you, with a bit of feist;

I understand, you're one of a kind
So boisterous,you leave the gods behind
I know my eyes twinkled a bit,
Doesn't mean, you're running through my mind;

So what if I looked at you twice?
Trust I don't, you have a lot in disguise.
I wonder what you think in that mind,
What about it doth make me entice;

I understand, you've caught my eye,
Thy virtues in you, I can't deny.
I have no clue, what you seek of me,
I wonder if I should wait and try!