infatuated
don’t it feel good?
being infatuated by just one individual
tell me it don’t perceive affection because i highly oppose
espying such piece of art
damn she casts such superiorness
the piece of art that sheds reflections of exquisiteness
damn i’ve never seen anything like it
tell me how could a piece of art make me feel so infatuated…
maybe it’s the way she enters the room with her glowing presence
maybe it’s the way she wears that cotton on her skin
maybe it’s the way her hair flows with the shape of her shape
maybe it’s the way she moves her body to the tone of music
maybe it’s the way she stays optimistic throughout her obstacles
maybe it’s the way her mind has lists of variations like mine
maybe it’s the way her voice lingers in me everyday as a reminder
of how infatuated i am towards this piece of art…...
(and i ask myself how?)
it's the tenderness that occurs in me whenever she smiles
it’s the rush that makes me not want to stop looking at her
it’s the warmth feeling that preforms in my body every time she comes around
it’s the dismay i get when i know i wont be able to see her for a couple of hours
it’s the meditation that makes me realize that she resembles a piece of art
IT IS infatuation
(now tell me)
tell me how could a piece of art make me feel so infatuated…
tell me how is it possible to be this passionate
tell me how is it possible to be this devoted
tell me how is it possible to puts an individual’s happiness before your own
tell me how is it possible to fall in love with someone’s flaws
now, tell me how is it possible to spend the rest of my life with this piece of art
(would you please tell me?)
damn.. dont it feel good?
being infatuated by you..
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