If I love you, and I don't know I love you,
What do I do?
How do I name wanting to watch you
Every second, thinking about you
Constantly, how do I name wanting to touch your hands?
If I am obsessed, but I don't know I am obsessed,
Will you still take my hand?
Tracking where you are at any time comes naturally,
So who am I to believe?
Those who label my fixation a crime,
Or myself, to not deny this inherent instinct?