Every time I see Your face,
My heart increases its pace,
Overpowered by the conviction to present its case,
Confess of how I feel lost in Your gaze.
Your style is so amazing,
Your countenance totally captivating,
Your beauty surpasses enchanting,
Your character? So full of life and interesting.
Its just that with You I'm like a moth playing with a flame,
So captivated though I know that its such a dangerous game,
Which can burn my wings and leave me lame,
So if I get heartbroken I'll only have myself to blame.
© Patolyer 2012