Is it your gait?
Or is it the innocence in your eyes?
The perfect smile or the pitch of your laughter?
Maybe it is the grace, with which you mesmerize
Or the tiff that you keep to make one realize
Maybe it is your tenacity,
Or your unforeseen fragility,
The reluctance to quarrel,
Or the aversion to grovel,
Maybe it is that,
Maybe it is unfathomable,
Beyond my understanding,
Unsure, I am,
It isn’t obvious, is all I know
Maybe, it’ll never dawn upon me,
What reeled me in?
What reeled me in?
