Your eyes tell me everything.
You know who I am.
I am the deep thinker.
Secretly you probe my soul,
searching for clues...
Hoping for answers.
Your struggles leave you breathless and tired.
For you may search and dig and want...
but never shall you truly know
my inner beauty.
It is something totally rare,
undeniably special.
There complexities fascinate you.
Your eyes give you away.
You try. You beg.
I cannot give you mercy.
I refuse to let you but merely scratch the surface.
For if I let you open the door
to my wonderous world,
That would mean
I had given in.
I would have let down my guard.
I would have loved you.