Ronin

Beneath her amber eyes,
thoughtless fascination boiled,
sorrowfully sad.

Confusion begging;
caressing a mild distaste
for long since stale charms.

Unable to answer,
we still remain on our side;
call it mercy.

Mirrored stubborness;
lustful curiosity,
but no words to yield.

We are the same soul,
intrigued by profound questions,
holding onto faded lines;
lone warriors at play.