You

Times, when you raise your brow, indulge in thought
When you part your lips to speak
That little rogue festers another arrow
Pulsations grow stronger, one turns meek


When your lips curve into a smile
Do you see? It's infectious
Those moments of genuine, oozing joy
The beauty in such times, it's precious

Do you learn? You have a way to keep a person
Wrapped around your finger
Perhaps, it's not purposeful
Perhaps, it's just a force within you


It leaves one helpless, floating about
In an ocean of joy and pain
Causing a million storms within
Some, enthralling...some, to make one insane...