I'm not quite sure what's
Happening to me.
Your name and your voice
Echo in my head.
Your face and the way
You run your hands through your hair
Your eyes and your smile…
Surely it'll go away after a while...?
You fascinate me, I must admit
My mind mulls over you
To me, you're a riddle I can't find an answer to
A maze I'm lost in and cannot escape
But I would stay in this place
Forever if you let me
Analyse every nook and cranny
Every secret passage
Every hidden treasure
The beauteous and the odious
The tranquil and the fearful
If you were a landscape
You would surely be a winter sea
Beautiful and destructive
Yet somehow full of life
And certainly of knowledge
Not a sea, then-
But an ocean that touches upon every shore
Which sees all of the world
And somehow knows even more
But what if all I am seeing
Is a mirage, a mask, a pretence
You put up to feel safe and secure
While your true self is concealed
Behind a locked door?
If that is so, I have but one small question to ask
If I stood outside your door, and knocked upon it,
Would you let me come in and see more?
