There's something

about the way you can look at me

make me feel so vulnerable,

you're looking into my heart

and yet,

under that scrutinizing gaze

I feel loved,

in more ways than one

and I find,

I cannot live without that gaze,

challenging me to retort,

though you'll always counter it,

daring me to make a move,

yet you'll always block it

asking me to say something,

but you already know what I'll say

In you're gaze,

I am small

but it's so you can protect me

because being so young,

I am bound to make a stupid choice

you are my buffer,

my savior,

my supporting stone,

the one that chastises me

and yet always loves me

Under your gaze,

I am taught,

and I am loved.