I make overtures towards you,
Desperate to know you.
I want to paint your portrait,
Using the brushes of my eyes,
The strokes of your smile.
And bring it to life,
With your unfulfilled desires that
You convey to your busted heart.
The tiny bits of your tedious life
That leaves you bellow,
The experiences that you mirror
In the gleam of your eyes.
So that when I have truly read you,