Written by: Arcene Janvier

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