Activated, with a look,
That look, that baited hook,
Takes, every word from a poets book,
Mashes all the passion into one dreamy eyed glance.
That thousand hour stare,
Peering through blades of hair,
Giving my heart into your care,
If not but moments flouting int he air.
A blink and a flash,
And the glance is lost behind,
The courage to come,
And answer your call,