I turn and meet your stare

Finding beauty in eyes hidden

Behind painted, well-kept hair

I hope that you don't mind

The way I stare sometimes

But I can't help but be absorbed

By the sharp-held wit

And fast-moving lips

The lovely way you sit and listen

When I play my guitar, with the high-e missing

There's so much chance

In this slowly progressing romance

And, so far

Our track record

Is perfect