i tear every leaf
to confirm my instinct
your stares inculcate
a profound meaning
i do not want to be
misled and deceived
to insist I am getting
their true meaning
they are at the moment
considered implied
a supposition that
tickles me inside
dragging me to plea
that I am right
your glances so sweet
indeed they are beguiling
a gut feeling that
only you can confirm