Infatuated...

Infatuated.

I smile, I can't stop thinking of you.

What is this that I feel?

It's powerful,

Is it real?

This hold that you have on me,

although... I don't mind.

It's new.

Where did you come from?

I think of being with you,

mind, body, soul.

Especially body.

Sinking.

"You're one in a million",

"I worry about falling hard for you"

I must protect my heart.

Or rather, this has suddenly gotten old.

Your face, your presence.

You.

Hmmm, the feelings have gone.

And now, so must I.