Steady, her gaze which tells me stay
so softly, calming my urge
to run away.
Wherever she should be
- seems not such a bad
place for a shy boy lost like me.
black, her eyes which so disarm me.
Certain am I that she won't
She enslaves me because she sets me free.
not such a bad plight for a shy boy lost like me.
think I'll stay, just for a little while, I think I'll stay.
her as she watches me
astonished by what she chooses to see.
must be some mistake.
I pinch the shy boy lost and find that
she smiles and waves sweep through.
and still she views me constantly.
not such a bad thing for a shy boy lost like me.
like a circus clown I float and glow my way back home
for tomorrow's dreams to rise.
Will she send me soaring gaping-mouthed
and seeing nothing else?
Will she once more find me with her