I remember it so clearly, The first time I saw you. You said you loved my aviators. Our meeting was so ordinary, And having nothing witty to say I just asked your name Standing in that long driveway. Who would have thought Two years later I would be whispering your name To the deaf and passionless leaves Just trying to ease the pressure On my shackled, poem-filled, heart. Focusing each minute you're near On the propinquity of the irresistible. Everything about you draws me, And I am always pushing back Against that ever present urge To fall in love with you.