I think of you often

As I go about my day

Events remind me

Of you in many ways

Yet we only spoke twice

So I know it isn't real

Too soon to know potential

In the newness zeal

But, I wonder what you think

As infatuation promises

I wonder if you feel

Infatuation's whispers.

You are in my thoughts

And, in imagination's sweet pause

We are together; my heart's

Eyes see you as perfect

Though my mind knows

You have faults, as do I.

I am lost in speculation

I long to know your thoughts

Do you find any attraction

In my disjointed phrases?

So little to offer you,

Or is it much?