Afraid I spoke to soon
Too often and quite bold
Yet your grace demanded
the adoration I bestowed
by my clumsy, annoying
persistence

The eyes I longed for
every day
as angry as they could be
were never less
than my whole world
as everything else
was falling apart

I clung to a dream
walked in a daze
and doted upon you
in my way
until the snow flew
and the nights grew short
and yet I stayed

Those times seem to ache
inside an echo
that resonates
at the base of my soul
where I wander back
to your eyes
and my foolish addiction