They all appear,
Brilliantly more grand than real life.
Maybe it's out of fear,
That I create such mental strife.
Smiles and eyes,
Always taunting,
My day dreams turn to lies,
And the charm turns haunting.
Tall and untouchable,
Sweet and close at heart,
Smart and reasonable,
Nearly charming but awkward from the start.
Each so different and charming,
My obsessive dreaming becomes alarming.