The timid acts of my arrogant yesterday
seem to melt under your observant gaze.
And as I sit here startled and puzzled--the odd
effects of distraction demanding my attention--
I can only wonder: How can your dismantled array of
mismatched words shatter my defensive barrier?

You speak of tomorrow as if you’ve already
lived and breathed it; like the engraving of our
names were printed in stone and the confidence
that radiates from your unspoken smile weaves through
my senses effortlessly. This enchanted spell you
cast upon me; was it a clumsy path of vision, or was
it the specific charm of your character that has
stumbled me so in this direction?