Heart Last

But what is this thing I do?
I hardly know you well and yet
you fill my thoughts and dreams.
Your thoughts on life and state
do so contrast mine, it seems.
But still I fall head first.

While your eyes so grasp my own,
your voice does sooth my mind
as if seduction is your art
Your beauty consumes me till
all thats left is humble heart
And will you take this too,
or do you have enough?
Its yours to take or leave.