Sometimes I sit and wonder what can inspire
those eyes that gleam like so much star fire
To gaze upon a rough edged face such as mine.

Celestial Light is reflected in the upturned smile
whose mirth stuns with passionate alacrity. All the while
I am unable to speak over my heart's shine.

As if on que, sensing my deafening light,
she takes my hand. My simple heart can't take the sight,
that such a touch delivers my senses.

A laugh so supple it weaves together what remains
of my dazzled mind. Finally! A thought gains
ground in my ragged cerebral defenses.

Wonder defined. Eyes that require answer. Not with thought or guile,
but rather with only uncontrived delight.
With hesitant steps new to freedom from chains,
bolstered by a laugh, a smile, I manage a halting word.

Awkward in delivary.

Reduced in potency despite the effort: