The face, it feels like home, tossing
eyes, gazing through the room,
connecting visions, wire crossing.

I saw you first, before others cared or noticed.

As if, one moment and the next,
as if you zoom in and all else fades
as if you consume my field of view, my eyes.
A part of me, small but somewhere, slowly dies,
slowly decides, it is not needed any
more.

My guard down, you won me with your stare
I am no longer able to not care.
One does not compare, when all he sees is all he wants.
A deeper kind of illumination
almost within, ways of temptation.
And the rest is background information.