I look at your face....it is one of a kind,
but I can't see your thoughts....and it eats at my mind,
what thoughts do you ponder.....and what depth does reside,
I desire to witness .....the thoughts contained deep inside,

I feel your warm glow, and feel your soft voice,
but the neglect that you show me, stabs in sharp points,
I wish I could tell what intentions turn gears,
your mind is a machine that runs on learned years,

you tilt your head and gaze with a smirk on your lips,
then place a finger on top and other hand on your hips,
you ask me my thoughts, but only tell some of yours,
your mind is a barrier of which contains no open doors,

access denied is consistently the expression that is given,
but I still attempt entry because that is the way my will is driven,
I hope that one day my probing will allow me to find,
the thoughts that you have hidden from me inside of your mind,