My restless eyes sweep the floor yet stir no dust, feeling far too coy and shy to steal a glimpse of you. The way your hair curls over your shoulders, tucked behind your ear, sends my heart racing and tracing the shapes of your spirals down to the ground. Long brown coils of hair shimmering like golden ribbons under the sun.

Every sentence you utter from your mouth has perfect prose. Chipping away at my body and easing to displace my very soul to release the imaginary world I keep inside and long to live. The one I long for us to one day share.

But until that day, my tired eyes will continue to sweep and sway.