He lulls you in 

With a sheepish grin

And his lip in a hint of a pout,

But the dark in his eyes

Is comprised of the lowest frequency of red,

And then every other color

In the rainbow.

Those eyes absorb

Everything.

He's standing,

Waiting,

Holding the door for me.

I'm walking,

Walking,

Never seem to get closer,

Like a dream.

I'm trotting now,

Trying not to make him wait.

I reach the door

And smile as I pass through,

But there's another door!

My smile is gone!

And where are you 

To open it for me?

-jenn