I saw you, you saw me,
and I fell deeply into the possibility
of ancient-old cliche's "maybe!"
With my eye on the prize,
I realized victory already won...
won, is the key to your heart
So in your stance you glared;
with eyes ardent and keen...
bonny visage, and smooth skin
I yearn to venture real deep;
within your soul, to feel;
your intensity mixed with my serenity