Call me obsessed; I won’t object,
For some things are meant to be that way.
A glimpse of it is sufficient to elate me,
And even possibly lead me astray.
The most beautiful pearls remain hidden,
When she doesn’t put on her smile.
Entirely different – can’t even compare,
It is a healer – perfect and worthwhile.
Call me an addict; I won’t be angry,
For I have been addicted to it.
Those lovely lips that part away,
Are my witnesses as well as the culprit.
Call me obsequious; I won’t retaliate,
For I am pleased to have been.
You don’t know what it is like,
Watch her smile; she looks like a queen.
Suave and gentle is her beam,
Something ethereal – only palpable to me.
Cuts away all my fears and panic,
Makes me forget all my worries.
Now call me a lover, for I am one,
Call me whatever you wish to call.
I’m ready to accept your definitions of me,
If she smiles; for which I’m ready to fall.
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