Crush Poem by Saint Cynosure

I think of you,
I talk of you,
I see you in my dreams.
You hauntingly so beautiful,
I feel a need to scream.
I smell the smell of loveliness,
every time your near.
I swear that all the angels sing,
when its just your voice I hear.
Lustfully by magic spell,
there's just no other way.
That you are all I think I need,
to make it through each day.
When truth is pointed out to me,
my face it seems does blush.
But honestly I cant deny,
on you Ive got a crush.