Dancing Eyes

One of these days
I'll look you in the eye
And hold your gaze
And stop searching
The walls and floor
For words that will not come,
For the words that have
Evaded us for far too long.

For those are words
That we don't really need,
Not right away at least,
Just more distractions,
Just second thoughts
And barriers to actions,
The food for doubts
That make me look away...

One of these days
I'll step to close this space,
To meet your eyes and smile,
And bring your lips to mine.

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