An Ode To The Elusive Man

or

Giving In To My Fangirlisms

You are part of a vanishing tribe

A hard sort to come by

I wonder why you elude me

Like a thought that hovers

At the periphery

Of my consciousness

I can see you

In my mind's eye

And you're gorgeous

That smile makes my heart stop

And start up again

Only this time much faster

And those eyes

Deep pools of mercury

Or stormy oceans

Sometimes a rainforest,

With just the slightest hint of

Smooth wood

And I'm speechless-

You indulge me

A lot

It's not your nature

To be aggressive

Yet you rise to my bait

And engage me in passionate debate

But while you draw my words out of me

You leave me mute

When you turn the full power of your eyes

On me- fragile, breakable me-

I lose myself

At my own personal Waterloo

That's when I can't find a single word to say

My acerbic tongue?

What's that?-

And for that matter

What happened to my

Random witticisms?

Ah, I'm faced

With you

You see

You and your bloody perfection-

Do you really expect me to be alright?

And have full control

Over my faculties?

Smooth, flawless perfection

That's what you are

And you render me incapacitated

So what do you expect of me

When I'm faced with

The distraction that is

You?

I can't do anything, really

Nothing,

Except

Cross my fingers

Hope, and pray

That you remain imprisoned

Within the confines

Of my fantasies

Author's Note: This for one, is an independent piece. Inspiration may have struck in the form of Hugh Grant or Benedict Cumberbatch. I am not to be blamed…