Look deeply into my eyes.
You are in my power,
or at least I hope so,
for I am surely in yours.
I look deeply into your eyes,
and see something I've been looking for,
or do I fool myself,
in thinking what I see,
is that there is something there
just for me to have and hold.
Do not dawdle, do not tarry,
for what we have here,
we should not parry.
Will there come a day,
that we might find
these two hearts beating as one?
Take hold of my hand,
and walk with me a time,
as we see if we find reason,
in this, my little rhyme.
