Wishful Thinking

His Gaze

There's this boy that always looks at me

As if I were a model, he would stare with glee

Or maybe a painting with the way his eyes

Seemed to stare so focused, as if to analyze

My every breath, my every move

Every barrier I put up he would remove

And it was like he could tell, with the smile that grew from his lips

That even without words my heart had been at his fingertips

Feelings so intense, should I run or stay?

If I give in too fast, he'll have his way

But if I move from his view, hide my heart from this craze

Though I may find some peace I'll soon miss his gaze