What is it that makes me lost for words?

Is it the way that you just talk to me?
Or is it the way that you smile at me?
Should I close my eyes and ears, I would still see you, hear you in front of me

I fear the worst, most of the times
I fear that I will never find the true meaning to life
But when I see you and the way you behave, I believe that time can be rewritten all over again

I can't be held responsible for my emotions
Its just not possible to avoid this heart of mine
If my mind were to do that one day
I would surely die of insanity of having to take your image out of my brain

Lately
Everytime I am down
I think of you and I am up again

Why?
Because your smile will simply not die
Never have I seen a frown on your graced face

Anyone can write poetry like I can
Its the talk, that I seek, behind the pen and the pad

I realize you're still in a mix up
But what can I say?
My eyes look for you
Almost everyday

If these words are intended for something
Then intended they are
To break through the ice
That baracades your heart