You can be the judge

I'm going to move the hair out of your eyes and place my hand upon your cheek.  My eyes are going to connect with yours and you are going to know exactly what my intentions are.  Words can lie, but not eyes.  They are the source of ultimate honesty.  I'll probably wet my lips before I start leaning towards you.  I'll look at you until your eyes close and even then I might still stare at your beautifully lit face.  I'll be thinking about how you are going to turn away right when my lips reach yours.  My heart will race with anticipation and fear.  You won't turn away, I can feel it deep within myself.  Things would not have gone this far had neither of us wanted it.  Our lips meet and I still question if this is what you really want.  Do you kiss back?  Do I work up the courage to place my other hand around your face and bring you even closer to me?  Do you grab hold of my back and dig your nails into me, not in a harmful way, but in a passionate heartfelt way.  Do I softly nibble on your lower lip and release a small smile, maybe even a light chuckle.  You'd ask what I was laughing at, I would surely respond with nothing.  This is the moment our lips break apart and our eyes meet in the newly formed light.  This is the moment of truth.  What will our first words be?  Will our eyes avoid one another after the initial contact?  Will you be smiling at me or will your hands by tightly locked between your legs?  I'll be wondering what to do, what to say.  Breaking the ice was never something I was good at, I relied on other people to do such a duty.  Will I reach over and grab your hand, placing it lovingly into my own?  I would have thought of something to say but I most likely doubted any of this would actually happen.  Who would have thought I was courageous enough to do something like this?  Even if I had thought of something it would have been lost the moment you didn't turn away, the second your lips pressed back against mine.  Will this be another fantasy or will it break away into the world like it was meant to?  Will things go how I want them to or will the fears that constantly control me become a reality?  Time will tell.  Will you be the person I embrace with this brilliantly majestic romance?  Do you want to be that person?  Do I know who I want that person to be?  Maybe this was written for you.  Do you think you'd know if it was written to you?  Does this count as something genius or just hopelessly romantic?  Maybe both, I smile, you can be the judge.