Her midnight hair
The tantalising tangles
Chestnut charcoal eyes
The image never fades,
No matter how he tries

She doesn't know he's
There
It's okay
It doesn't matter

Just being near her persona
Is a gift
If not being granted life
Or the awareness of her divinity does not
Suffice

She passes him in the halls
He writes her name on the walls

Her light leaves him dry
And he continuously asks why

It's not an obsession
Merely an escape
For the eyes don't leave him
The eyes boring into his
Nape