And then I see you, with commets tangled up in your hair and stars in your eyes, I have to catch my breath. I come up with so many magical words that I could bewitch you with (of course, yours are far better, but if only they were meant for me) but when it comes down to the actual talking, I falter. Its those damn stars in your eyes, I can't speak, can't move, can't even breathe when they're staring at me. I can feel the chocolate of your eyes slipping past my shoulders, drawing me in, pulling me closer, slowly, silently incapacitating me.