Wall Flower / A Reminder Amour-ed.

I keep thinking about her. Her features are etched behind my eyes into the very front of my mind. Beauty like hers is what drives a man to do stupid things. Even to kill. Her face can be called none less than perfected art. To stare would seem sacrilegious. Then our eyes meet and my heart races. I can find no other action but to smile. At times like these I remember how much one person can feel about and for another in one moment. I enjoy these moments. When our eyes meet and we smile. My sight blurs for a moment. I don’t want to stare but... the impulse is too strong to resist by my idle mind and eyes. All I can do is stare now. I was brave too late. Life has many regrets. But few will be as painful as this one. Even worse I have to see you everyday. A reminder amour-ed.