She Thinks

The mind, overpowered by the thought of a un seen subject The face of the faceless displayed proudly in a well kept device A mystery with an enchanting tone Trying so hard to keep quiet But your words flow from the lips like an undisturbed river Falling so fast The head so impatiently restless The heart heavily guarded Mental sickness from waiting Unbearable fear of what’s to come Is it the thought of true love Or the thrill of the challenge Conversations so innocent Yet powerful enough to fade the air in the lungs Chill bumps cover head to toe Pain from the untold past makes the guarded soul cold But the silent whispers of the faceless charmer give hope to the impossible So emotionally involved Intrigued by lust Wanting the whole Expecting the least Praying for a small part