I was just getting caught up in your lines, Becoming intertwined, Like a vine, With thoughts of these words, Thinking of them being whispered in my ear, Piercing my lonely atmosphere, But then...your words come to an end. Which is why I had to read them again. My eyes are windows to my soul, And as I take in and behold, Your passionate intentions, Which you do not hesitate to mention, In your floetry, I take them home with me. They play in my mind, Time and time again. Then the process begins, As they are analyzed, criticized, Scrutinized… I become mesmerized, hypnotized, As I realize that my windows are opened, My eyes, and my heart, And they are loving and hanging on, To your every word.