Darkly Dreaming Demographic.

Detail, slight and missable,

Eyes so big, warm and charming,

Lips, beautifully kissable,

A manner I find disarming.

Your smile a warmth exuded,

Touches my heart so slightly,

To be lost or held tightly.

The unknown soon concluded,

What beauty and secrecy-

Do those hazel eyes entail,

It haunts my thoughts ceaselessly,

To know the finest detail.

It-was something surprising,

Could it be ships passing?

Or love from dreams arising?

A sense of regret massing.

In my dreams I’m caressing-

Your hair, neck softly kissing,

Everything else suppressing,

Reminder of what I’m missing

Beauty that of goddesses,

Still she denies it because,

Heart is full of modestness,

I still can’t tell what it-was.

Something slight and wonderful,

Just out of reach it dances,

Hearts pleasantly under-full,

Exchanging longing glances.

Kiss those lips pure fantasy,

Feelings so deeply buried,

Perhaps love sweet actually,

On its wings softly carried.

This feeling so elusive,

Your beauty I find haunting,

My daily thoughts intrusive,

I know there must be something.