When we first met; to me you were nothing more than a friend
Somebody new with which I could laugh and play
A hardly serious relationship, personal details left untouched
But since then I think about you unremittingly, every waking moment of every day
Something has changed. What has changed?
I catch myself gazing at you constantly, longly - wishing you were mine
What field of artistry have you mastered? What form of trickery have you conquered?
To make me trip, to make me fall, to make me dive head first into the total agony of what appears to be love...
If I ...