Lavish gaze

When I glanced across the room,
It was almost like a dream.
I felt my thick eyelashes beat with the wind,
and the crooked smile on you face,
the dimples that crevasse your skin.

I don't know what is happening.
Is it a glance of lust?
Of Trust?
Or of a must?
A must to get closer, to touch my lips on yours,
to exchange more than a hold on the hip,
or a hug that lets electricity go by.

I can barely look at you,
those stunning eyes that make me feel naked,
yet beautiful like the dew dripping from a gardenia.

I may expand things,
Overthink what may be just a friendly smile.
But I resort to my romance,
to what this soon could be.
But I am fragile in front of you,
I feel like almost too new.

So I look down,
To the pavement or floor of my fear,
to look up and in an imaginary world say,
'I think I like you'