The woman I love

The woman I love, she loves me too

She just doesn’t know it yet

I think about her incessantly

Though we haven’t even met

I try to see her every day

I follow in her wake

I scrutinise her constantly

Absorbing every move she makes

I know her image intimately

From head to fingertips

Her hair, her eyes, the clothes she wears

The colour of her lips

She’s in my every single thought

Morning, noon, and night

I can’t eat, or sleep, or even bathe

Without her image in my sight

I’d dearly love to talk to her

Just one thing makes me fail

That police restraining order

And the looming threat of jail!