The Power Of Your Stare

I never cared until I caught the power of your stare

Should I dare give you a chance just from the power of your intriguing glance?

Should I take the next move or continue on with my daily groove

I get shy all of a sudden when I'm in the presence of your power
a few seconds feel as if though hours

You have a hold on me and I'm scared but I like it
So why do I continue to try to fight it

I think I like the control I have for I know if I give myself to you all of me you will have

I never knew a look could be so great

I love the feeling of this rapture but yet I press to escape

You have me where you want me but only in a mirage kind of state

I keep holding back from fear of the thought of loving you would soon turn to hate

I withhold myself from doubt of myself

I sometimes think I love much too hard and way too much

My love has been abused by many and used as a crutch

But yet I still love to give love, to be loved and to feel the love touch

The power of your stare could equal to love if I would only take that dare.

I can’t help but wonder do you even care?

They say a picture is worth a thousand words so how many for that stare?