Not one moment has passed
That it's not crossed my mind...

You know so little of the things you do
The smallest twitch or movement of your hand...

I'm sitting here and staring at the door.
I'm at the place you talked to me that time...

I don't quite know exactly who you are,
And yet I see you daily passing by...

Her eyes so bright, the darkness they don't know;
Her face so fair as snow that falls in night...

I don't quite yet know who you are,
nor do I know if you actually exist...

Our eyes have yet to meet, so the sun has yet to...
I've yet to hear your voice, and the birds refuse...

I don't exist but in this moment.
I don't exist but to wonder at the present...

You are nothing more than a fleeting vision.
Your visage is a mere reflection...

Tiny flowers sewn like a coronal,
Rest in the wet bramble of Lavender...

The harder i stared at that picture,
deeply into the reds and the browns...

I usually only see you walking by
The sidewalks carry ev'ry gliding step...