My demure eyes will
Encounter yours and
You will see that
Nothing is deeper than the
Thought of you
In my eyes
As I see right through you
Cannot look away with that sharp claw
That is in your eyes
As I hold your fingertips and
Gently cover my
Demure eyes

I want to know every single particle of yours, because I have
never wanted such perfect arrangement of atoms
all at once.
Will you let me? Or shall I pour my blood into yours
So you will see, that
I want to penetrate your skin and slowly move into your soul
where I can find your particles.

But you will never know.