Intrigue


The way he moves, moves me
I believe his every word
Await his every thought
His conversation is a sermon to my soul

What will he do with me?
Spend time to get through to me
He's got the upper hand
Knowing all this is new to me

I dodge his looks
Knowing he sees through me
It's the strangest way, he works up my nerves
Then brings this ease to me

He's the calm during the storm
At his best in rarest form
Would I ever, had I ever?
The answer is no

I expect the unexpected yet
He intrigues me so
My dormant roots
Found water to grow

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