I Sight/Eye-Sight

I'm strolling the floor of the sea of ennui
When I sight an eye-sight I'm heartened to see,
A pair of eyes brilliant I'd sure dare to date
If I wasn't a sucker and nine months too late,
and so we trade banter with dispassionate glee
(For you also tread the same sea-floor as me),
Your form does me wonder.  I wonder how great
It would be passing time, perhaps passing your gate.
Time would make us alike.  It's the thing couples do.

Turns out I'd bash my head in to not become you.