When your figure strikes me
I can only become one thing
Your humble servant, a devotee
With you as my enchanting king

Fascination flows through my veins
Only a scattering thoughts remain
The bewitching way you impel me to care
Or how brazenly you cause me to stare

Delusions will cloud my senses
I’m gazing through rose colored lenses
As I follow in your footsteps
But never close enough to vex

Either way I’m invisible to you
Never to be heard always out of view
My fixation must be felt from afar
So others don’t think me too bizar

It is known that what I feel
Is not to be confused with affection
As I sit here having to conceal
My indefinite obsession