You dare just stand in front of me so open and innocent.
Don’t look at me with such open eyes.
I can’t stare into those eyes.
So true and expecting.
Sometimes I feel like you could just lean over and kiss me.
When did our simple understanding become so complex.
I like definition – you like variability.

Why can’t we just be simple?
I was not looking but there you stand.
My heart in your hand.
I don’t want my heart out of my chest.
I didn’t want my heart singing a song I didn’t write.
But there you stand.
I was not looking.