Infatuation

 How dare I deny that your face doesn’t ring a bell. 

How dare I deny that your scent doesn’t call my body.

How do I try to pretend that your eyeballs haven’t found a space in my heart.

Can I make it look like your lips cannot be submitted into mine? 

How on earth can I see a complete man and turn my face away from his shade?

How can I deny that you are one of a kind. 

Made by God and molded by no man. 

How dare I try to lie, that my existence doesn’t want us to intertwine. 

I dare not pretend for you make perfect sense. 

Oh yet, yet oh yet, I shall respect your image. 

For though my eyes were created to see, my soul must respect all of humanity. 

What if you are not for me. 

Oh mine, what if you belong to another woman. 

What if you have fathered a child, will it not to be disrespectful to gaze so lustfully at the property of another human. 

The world wouldn’t know that my intentions are clear, I have only chosen to appreciate an image designed by the creator himself.

Hence, 

I shall tame my glances, so that nature wouldn’t make me lose my mind. 

If I could yell, I’d tell the world that you are fine. 

But in silence, I shall admire your shade.

Nothing more, nothing hurts. 

The creator has the best hands, you are a proof of that. 

Man oh man, you are the complete kind. 

You are made in his image.

Yet, it won’t skip my mind, you are not mine. 

The creator sure has the best hands for He crafted a design that is left in my heart