First Glance
Romantics call it Love
Cynics call it Lust
To me is but commotions
Of opened flood-gates to the heart
Stirring myriads of emotions
At first glance jubilant inceptions from the start
As now compelled to deem myself as your admirer
To scrutinize your thoughts, your needs
To such heart-felt feelings of desire
To know your likes, dislikes, your peeves
Oh! See what inspirations you are able to instill
My want to understand what makes you Love or totally despise
As how your image cast a spell upon my will
My need to know for certain if you are real or an angel in disguise
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