I see him staring from a distant place
I know he wishes only to embrace
not just my hand, my heart and soul as well
but for an unknown reason, keeps his space.

I feel his precious eyes sink into me
they're powerful to such a strong degree
I get quite scared and turn my head away
and will until my heart and mind agree.

Too many accounts of a broken heart
to even consider a brand new start
I contradict my heart and feed my mind
is nothing is formed, it can't fall apart.

I must pretend I am too blind to see
my honest love for him, and his for me.