A STALKER'S OBSESSION

Pale and beautiful like of a vision
Her skin as smooth as silk
Her eyes; big, deep and sad
Her cupid bow’s mouth draws me in
Captivates and haunts my night
Her footsteps are dainty
Her lashes flutter like a feather in breeze
As I walk alongside, albeit in a distance
I sat, watching her beautiful eyes gaze on
As she watches the ducks flock on the pond
Her life has become my mission
She is my salvation
She lives and sits in her own world
An extension of her beautiful, bittersweet existence
She lives to heal my soul
And I savor the sound of her melodious laughter
I grow restless every morn
As I prepare to gaze on my beloved
Cringing as she is taken away from my presence
By people who don’t need her essence
Am sad and embittered when am alone
My house; a shrine to her majestic existence
Everywhere she goes, I go
Anywhere she enters, I follow suit
Am not crazed or obsessed
But without her presence, I shrivel up and die
A thousand times everyday.