I look into your eyes and ask Who are you? What secret in your soul Compels me to listen to the music of your heart? Have we been thrust here Players on a stage Without a script Improvising lines In scenes played long before? Or are we fools Who cannot comprehend A word that has no voice? Fool that I am I do not know Yet riveted I stand To face the onslaught of your beauty My heart laid open To cherish or disdain.