Perils Of My Deficiences

"Something in the way she moves"
George Harrison once crooned  
and her presence touches me so  
permanent indent on my pysche  
while anything I can do is insignificant  
 
I can't look away while she sways  
in his arms waist connected to waist  
whispers I can only imagine  
responding to each other's groove  
"she drives me crazy"
 
As wonderful as slow caresses can be
I am reduced to a surveyor  
"oh I believe she is an angel
all the heaven I need to see"
before I summon courage she is gone  
 
I am cursed with recessive reactions  
after thoughts of images and my lack of assertiveness  
washed clean from my mind  
then I see her again  
could it be "no ordinary love"?
 
Why does my Spock not mute my McCoy?
no longer the pangs of youthful spirit  
how many lessons need I learn  
to not lessen my self worth  
"what a fool believes"