Before you begin to approach me I shudder.
That tantalising thing you do with your eyes,
Your smug like smise.
The worst part is, your so blissfully aware,
Of the harrowing effect you have on me.
Separated officially, yet still I am a prisoner of your heart. When will I let this go? If I am free, how will I know? I hope that one day your presence won't quicken my heart rate and I don't subconsciously scan the room for you in every public place 💕