My every waking moment you do share
as if a picture before my eyes I wear
your eyes do shine, hair does sheen
you sweet scent my nose does glean
dressed in jeans and simple top
still you manage my heart to stop
how you got behind my mask
among the questions I no longer ask
all my defences you were to strip
taking my heart with such firm grip
was it your words that stole my mind
or a craft of some darker kind
without doubt your beauty bewitched
a place that I'd not known itched
even asleep, of you I still dream
riding a bike I haven't yet seen
looking up at me the way you do
turning my heart to a mushy goo
I still taste your sweet lips on mine
can recall our fingers first entwine
so irrespective of the weeks gone by
and no matter how hard do I try
perhaps you can understand why I care
and my every waking moment you do share