Through and through I admit
I do like looking at you.
Unbarring resemblance to a dream,
which you were neither in nor about,
but the dream it self.

Careless and unbound
the nature of your take,
possesses male hearts.
Make them ambiguous
tear them from within
without concession, 
you are no-one's love.

But a fleeting moment
with your time alone,
I could adopt your shield,
withdraw your armour.
Thus, turn you to me and
let our child like minds flee.