I Ask You Few Questions

your reflection I see, is trying to make me a poet a poet of your nature,  talking about you only near to me are your gestures  trying to hold my consciousness is it a coincidence,  we look into each other’s eyes at the same time? I can feel your feelings through your reflection asking long awaited questions but do you observe my restlessness, whilst answering those questions?? I know our feelings lack motivation  and confidence to air, but tell me are you ready to do the said?? I’m myself trying to do the same, but my heart is waiting for your permission will you permit it to do so??