Intrigued.

I refrain from writing about you ,
for I fear, not knowing you enough .

I hesitate in praising your pictures,
as the person has been far from me so far.

Inspiration has again come up,
as I see you mirrored through it.

Can't help smiling ,
when thought of being with you, enters the intrigued head.

though it fascinates me a lot to enter them
Can't read through your eyes,
they puzzle me the most.

and the thought ,
whether you thought about me, in some moment
makes all my moments elevated and quizzed.

the scene that your locks are coming on to your eyes,
makes my brows tickle with their sense and
my eyes twinkle with their touch.

vivid are my senses,
questioned are my defences,
Help me out!!!