I find it hard to concentrate when she is around, it makes the most simple task so difficult. she is the finest distraction, as i try to look forward i cant help me see beyond this beuty that is in the corner of my eye , this sweet and sickly distraction. i try to make excuses and pick fault the reasons why i should not look but, these imperfections as subtle as they are only increase the the texture and depth of the image as i look deeper and deeper and get pulled away from everything else, all colors and energys are drawn towards her. i cannot look , a table and a wall seem so ugly they beg me to look away and her beuty shines from all areas. i am stuck i holding my breath, i am sitting in this feeling. i am touching a little , just enough to see that this is a real situation i find myself in. i look down and her feet and mine are almost touching our body language is saying we feel the same. i try to show her but i know that she will see what ever she wants to, i have taken my fair share of hidden glances in her direction which she will never know about. i have wonderd about her and thought about many conversations and poems to sing to her, but when we meet words are usless i am stuck in the silence of the moment just looking her way.
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