his heart for Her

I see a part of you
Is what I see, a dream which fades in the waking morning?
Only to exist in the desire to see what my heart wants.

Time can only tell that which I have seen and heard.
Daily I approach, in hope of meeting the whole you.
I am weary to discover, I was lost in a dream you impersonated.

But I keep learning the beauty of your song.
A song my heart delights in.
Are you the artist?
Or are you a faux?

Time away, abandons me in my mind.
Thoughts begin to ponder.
I am affected by your absence.
Reason seems to battle my emotions.
Reason to remain distant and move near.
Emotions to embrace without regard.

I like the parts of you.
Objectivity is complicated.
I am pleased to be here.
So.., here I remain watching and listening
to this Mockingbird sing.

Crush.

I saw pretty and wondered where you came from...
I came for a closer look and pretty as you are, you bit me...
Curious to why something so pretty should bite...
I observed from afar and near enough to hear...
And I heard a beautiful song from such a pretty being...
Is your song empty promises or are they eternally faithful?
I began to wonder, what will I find, hidden in your garden?

I walked to your gate.
I said hello and vocally admired your beauty.
This time pretty smiled, then I left.
I returned to your gate.
And there we spoke.
Three words I spoke of you: attractive, mysterious, interesting.
You opened ajar your gate.

Into uncharted territory.
Emotions stirred wanted, but not wanted.
We walk side by side.
I look forward to see.
Friend you are.
But cannot resist, also my crush.