Quite The Stranger Poem by La'Chelle Yount

In this bizarre chance meeting, a surprise
I find myself tickled with thoughts
A charming manner exudes him
The very sort of thing that pleases most
A wonder of the character that makes him
Such little is actually known of his nature
Curiosity that lingers abut me
Certain attractions draw me near
Whispered is the caution of a lesson learned as a child
To take a step backwards and observe
Yet still drawn in, by what I am unsure
But my thoughts deceive what I know
Maybe the mystery of him is what lures me
An intriguing aura surrounds this man
Is it all right to feel warm when we speak?
Perhaps the world call this crazy
Do I even care to be called by this name?
Excitement of the moment seems to visit often
Wondering if this newness will last
How long shall I ask his attention
Or how long he will ask of mine?
All of this is unknown, so for now
I sit in my wonder and admire
With the thought of him... a smile
Indeed I am ensnared entirely
And thus the meaning of my smile
An almost frightening feeling for probably both
Somehow never enough to scare away
An absolute warmed feeling is felt
What is to become of worlds so far apart?
Shall we dance for a bit?