Bright smile! like summers stuck in your teeth,
Oh how! beauty catches eyes;
    baited as fish,
Worming ways of compliments, for a smile.
Tightest hugs! feel so claustrophobic;
Closest friends, closed on time we seem not,
    to have,
Thoughts of pleasure! grasped with imaginary hands;
   You felt it before too?
Like fools in love—Tools to it's trait, (*******, but always
   nuts for more)
Trying not to fall deeper in our cavernous love.

                          A possibility?
        Perhaps in a heart's forgetfulness,

                         A reason?
      Only by a mind's found emotions.

                          Question:
Why do I hurt myself in delusions of lover's thought,

                          Answer:
Simply because; I know I'll fall in love with —YOU!