When across the room I gaze at you, a feeling of console and pensive thoughts go through my mind as to confront you with a question
When you happen to walk near me, a great fantasy adopts my thoughts, and I am lulled in to staring at you from the corner of my eye
On those lonesome nights when nothing matters, I think of you, and new images materialize for me to muse over as I drift off in to a deep slumber
On those strident bus rides where most people can’t reflect at all and the rides seem so long, somehow, I am able to exclude all those around me from my deep notion over you
