We spar. Not verbally, but physically. I look at you. You're very beautiful. I get distracted by you, by your beauty. Sometimes I forget my own movements. You have a grace in your movements. I also get distracted by that. I saw a smile on your face. When you see that I am distracted by you. Then you strike. You aim for my heart. Sometimes you hit it. Sometimes you don't hit it. But it feels like it's been hit every time. And when I look at you. At your beautiful face and I see your smile then you know you always hit me in the heart every time.