Perpetual Frustration. Poem by don't ever ask

I saw you again,
With your usual disdain,
And your hostile smile,
Was completely worthwhile.
The sound of your voice,
In which I solely rejoice,
The look of your eyes,
Conveying a disguise.
You were laughing and drinking,
Clouding my logical thinking.
Amiable and cold,
I can’t but behold,
And to touch your skin,
Seems like a sin.
As crazy as it all may be,
I only want you to look at me,
I’m clean of the lies,
A heart that’s now wise.
The smoke rises,
Bringing surprises,
The admiration I feel,
From you I’ll conceal,
I don’t act by design,
I just want you to be mine.
I can’t but care a lot,
Even if you want it not.
A hopeless situation,
Perpetual frustration,
You’re my salvation,
Object of my admiration.
Things like this shall remain,
I can’t even complain,
Even if you feel hate,
For you I’ll always await.