Eternal unrest, by her beauty I am blessed.

By her avoidance I am stressed, surly it’s apparent I am under duress.

I reach as far as my arms can stretch, it’s not far enough to grip the skirts of her dress. And pull her towards me, rendering her under my arrest.

I try to grasp her attention with words. the only words that grab her attention are verbs, as they say actions speak louder than words, than I’ll do what I’ll have to in other words.