You and your beautiful mind, are greatly akin to a dark and infinite lullaby. One that romances me in deeper, one that will strike me weaker. Your thoughts remain enigmatic to me, the irony that revolves around you has had my fascination encapsulated. Still, my forts erect with unbreakable resistence. A heart, can indeed possibly be hard, and encaptured, all at once; of knowing of an astounding capability, yet declining opportunities for another dose of profound mystery.