Ah, an ode to you! An epic, a stirring of
great verse that would raise up your markedly
indifferent attitude to one of diffident affection
and then that, decidedly, alters to love. If only
to compose clearly my lust for your
company: completely careless
is where my state stays with you in the room.
As in, one could care less what one is doing
or where one is going; contentment rests on
a glance to your department of the party.
You move me.