Oh, what I will say, I know not,
My throat swells, as well as my heart,
Am I ready, was this what I sought,
Your deep eyes, they have me caught.

I am stunned in your gracious presence,
Your curls have weaved my very essence,
Am I ready to stare into your luminescence,
Deaf I walk, but not in my eyes' absence.

My veins suffer in my heart's beat,
This dreaded moment is my mind's defeat,
Am I ready to approach your burning heat,
My frosted heart has become obsolete.