When I steal glances at him,
something holds me, momentarily
and radically causes my heart
to move by irrational impulse.
...Something more mysterious.
And then there is some thought
as to what he sees when I turn,
to try and lock eyes amid him.
I always catch him in dreaming
...nose crinkled in other worldly interest,
as if he is about to leap up
and twirl me in his strong embrace.
...Too many words, silent thoughts...
A strange concept, how I look back
at an (unexplained) past closely resembling
the desire for our unified future.
He never needs to prove himself,
for he is deep, concentrated in form.
The way he doesn't reveal words
shows his shining arrow, perfecting
itself to imprison my heart with all of him.
I want to cheat myself and beckon towards him-
to understand the whole view of his soul.
