Miles by train

When you looked at me, my heart stopped a little bit. Did you know you could that?

We were separated by miles of glass and cold iron and a long, dark train, and still you made me melt.

Your eyes asked questions I have no answers to.
Your smile held the answers to a thousand problems I didn't know I had.

And your outstretched hand, reaching ... offering.

What? I am uncertain, but I suspect it will be delicious, before it burns us both to cinders.