He’s Caught in a spell,
flickering through her eyes,
Brazen, wanton & intoxicating.
The calling of those gleaming pools of brown,
Shakes the walls of the Castle
His willpower is.
Her cheeks are another story,
Blushing the deep crimson
Singing glow of her raw innocence.
And her lips mumble;
The incoherent thoughts,
About merciless cold weather,
The warmth erupting from the fireplace,
And the muffler she’s knitted for him.
He feels a rush of unknown emotions
Unfurling its secrets
or perhaps cocooning him.
He’s a composed piece of utter bewilderment
an unruly picture of perfection.