What I would spare
For those scarce and sporadic smiles
Our sparse and fleeting glances
Our few visions into the unknown

I crave our sluggish efforts
The notion to look away
When wonder is sought
Back and forth, as we turn and grin

How the angst in me strives
For those squandered days
When the heart of me wrenched
And savored its suffrage
When I stewed in my agony
Hopeful and waiting

The anguish of mystery, is what i long to claim
If only once more, I may taste its bitter decadence

(The truth is i’m still this bashful around most girls. Don’t judge me!)