A laugh that pierces,
The thick black shroud,
Around my soul.

A smile that reaches,
Into my heart,
Grasping hold.

Dark hair that flows,
Gracefully,
Lovely.

I feel drawn to your self,
Humbled by your self,
Passion Rises.

You image inside,
My mind strong, and,
Ever true.

I wish, for you.
Never to,
Come true?

I look discreatly, without you noticing, or at least I think...
I simply can't help it, and no, physicality is far from everything...
I wish to be with you, but could it be? I can only imagine so.