Mesmerized

Caught between the line of affection and logic,

I want to tell you the thoughts of my heart;

The ones my mind would dare not reveal.

I am mesmerized by her smile, and she does not know it.

I want to embrace your smile and be the cause of its resurface;

To be the reason of your laughter in the light of day,

And to drown your frowns under the covers of night;

Furthermore; and in my intrepid state,

I want to taste the frame of the curves on your lips,

To soothe its sorrows away,

To preserve the contours of your smirk.

I am mesmerized by her eyes, and she does not know it.

I want to stare at them without the bashfulness of my diffidence,

To glare at their green surface and understand their unspoken word;

I want to get lost in their colloquial translation,

So that I may learn of the language of origins

And see the soul that hides beneath the skin of your façade.

I am mesmerized by her thoughts, and she does not know it.

I want to peruse through your mind and interpret its creation

To understand the attraction that challenges my own

With every scripture, with every word;

I want to find the balance of the importance in your deliberation,

To unravel the value of your train of thought,

To enlighten perspectives; to add to your worth.

I am mesmerized by her presence, and she does not know it.

Would I betray my fragility for the cause and effect

Of clarity in confusion,

Or would I keep the silence vivid

As the songs of my intuition whisper gently

That my words should weigh upon the livid

And keep their secret strong?

I am mesmerized, in silence, though I think she already knows.