If I love you, and I don't know I love you,

What do I do?

How do I name wanting to watch you

Every second, thinking about you

Constantly, how do I name wanting to touch your hands?

If I am obsessed, but I don't know I am obsessed,

Will you still take my hand?

Tracking where you are at any time comes naturally,

So who am I to believe?

Those who label my fixation a crime,

Or myself, to not deny this inherent instinct?