To Become Imprisoned By A Gaze

My,
soul.
Such,
seems to seek you.
Seems,
to be constantly,
tethered to your every whim.
Be I,
a being,
able to alter such?
To,
alter this,
soul?
This,
consciousness?
Oh,
the look,
as I gaze upon,
your face.
Oh,
this look,
which shall be,
the definition of grace.
That,
shall be,
the reason I wake.
My,
every why.
Oh,
this look,
be such,
forever captured,
by thine eyes.
Forever,
ensnared.
For,
be I but,
a man.
Be I,
forever a prisoner.
Forever,
tethered to this cage.
This,
which beauty creates.
For,
be I forever,
chained.
Be I,
forever unable,
to look away...
©yungb123