To you my eyes are so steadily drawn,
My heart driving my mind to it's own ends.
Your hand touches me in the light of dawn,
And my new lost heart stops as it begins.
You stand, and the light pales in reverence,
Lost in the strands of your ebony hair.
You speak, and sound becomes a lost cadence,
Lost here within the early morning air.
Standing within the confines of my mind,
Keeping me from forming coherent rhyme,
My heart and mind now with yours intertwined,
I sit and keep this unexpected time.
You and me, sitting in an old oak tree.
Coupled, kissing. It's still just you and me.