What secrets do you behold?
What lies behind the closed exteriors?
I think often of those soulful eyes sought to be mine
I think often of the recherche that ought to be mine
Restless and rancid,
Rancor runs amok
The purposeful silences and invidious glances
The if and buts of a promise never fulfilled
The beauty that lies within you
That which you seek never be known
Strong and Silent
Graceful and Gregarious
A withdrawn you and a withered me
Stare into oblivion fleeing all things glee
Will you not let me in
O my loved one