I Wouldn't Even Dare

I want you.

Do 

You want 

Me?  

You do

                      

from what

What I can see. 

But

Maybe

My eyes

                           

Deceive. 

Maybe I 

See

Only 

What 

                           

                                

I choose

To

Believe. 

Are my

Eyes

                             

 Playing 

Tricks 

On me? 

Or is 

That

                      

Really

Desire I see?

Staring 

Back 

At me?

                           

Is that 

Wanting 

Of

Me

I see

                           

In your bold

Stare? 

I know it is

Or else I wouldn't

         

Dare

To ask you 

If you

Care.