Face Poem by Grasshopper Bot

The little elf stared at me
With eyes wide open
Nothing missed her gaze
You can see

A deep soul-searching
It brought within me
When first I caught
You staring at me

She knows my every thought
She knows my every move
Please stop her I behoove
Why I cannot be but fraught

My sinful life has to stop
She watches me keenly
And I can feel her eyes pop
Pensive n observant just gazing at me

I cuddle her and tickle her
But to no avail
Tis her sixth sense
That seems to prevail

A happy face would reflect
Joy that I seem to deflect
Instead is a gravity beyond her years
It is a gaze befitting seers