My mind isn’t absent of thought
It is engaged by her
Full to the brim with fantasy
Bursting at the seams with possibilities
Sprinkling colorful sentiments
Onto my monochromatic life
Flaming my passion
Inspiring me to write

I’m not inactive
I’m not sure what happens
She appears and I’m unarmed
I lose all train of thought, skills and charm
I’m transformed into the boy I used to be
Altruistic and naive
Before I know what’s happening 
I forget to play the game 
and show her the real me

Distracted? ...Me?
No.
I’m focused
Just not on my job
Or anything
Besides the solving the mystery
Of her eyes
Glorifying God’s design
Saying something clever
To bask in the radiance
Of her smile