looking at me

There she stands to look at me,
With a face of wonder and mystery.
I have seen the look of intrigue,
And this was it indeed.

With the lick of her lips,
She tells me that our world is about to mix.
Like candle wax melted into wicks.
All wile lessening to the clock as it ticks.

With a crackle and a pop like that of a fire place,
That makes my heart begin to race.
I cannot stop looking into her face,
O what such is to be?
But only grace,
Staring there back at me.