No longer the observer, for I am caught in my observation

I have become the object of her eyes’ affection

What does she see when she stares at me?

Sometimes she stares so deeply

I think she sees the heart of me

She awaits my smile, the blush I cannot hide

“That’s it,” she said “I like to see that smile”

Feeling self-conscious

In my silence I try to hide

Still I cannot resist her piercing eyes

Again, I have to smile

She thinks I am special but her deductions are lies

At least that’s what I think

Wish I could see through her eyes

Mirrors show only my reflection or maybe what I think of self

Told her girls make me happy but she doesn’t know

She is at the top of the list

Told her girls make me happy but she doesn’t know

Right now, a list does not exist

I wait to tell the truth, to observe if she can be my sun

Though already, she prevents me from seeing all other stars

Others say she is a star, she shines on stage

Demanding the attention of every human ear

Still to hear her performance, yet she has already caught my attention

She has seduced me with her heart’s vibration

She shows me her beauty, which others only hear

Presently she is ill and my heart feels the same

My heart longs to feel the warmth of her penetrating stare

Maybe I am special because I see how special she is.