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
Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 1:18 PM UTC
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
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