Will she...

I am walking, so hard to describe,
She passes... not my eyes, not my neck,
And not my head turns,
...did she...
Yes, my heart turned to see her...
Did hers turn too to see mine?
She got black Pupil, black Iris,
She got the shape that make other men jealous,
Her smile is contagious...
She knows what she wants... pure love
I have it... She is charming...

Sometimes I feel we are connected...
When she gets busy I feel she is being stolen,
A crack splits my brain... I fail to tell her, that I need her close,
Did I say the other?
Will she take me serious?
Will she look at the words?
Will she look as the lips go up and down, and even hit themselves?
Will she like my white teeth...?
Will she like my forested chest better than undepleted Mau?
Will she like my biceps bigger and tough than a wrestler?
Should I imagine that...?

When she asks why me...or why her?
What should I say?...How...?
So what...?
What is?

Don't ask if I know you or if you know me...
I only know your heart... I only know our hearts,
Let them lead us... to know who we are,
Even beyond the horizon "why me or what that quick"
And settle us on the deep sea of cherished love,

I love you...
~Written by Jared Ombui