Stolen Glances Poem by Wangchat konyak

Is it madness —
To adore someone yet remain mute?
Or is it foolishness —
To find delight in a secret gaze?
Tell me,
Is this how love is conceived?
After our eyes has intersect,
I am no longer I once was.
Something profoundly altered —
I see her in closed eyes
And my mind sails into a sea of dreams.
Is it delusional —
To smile, laugh and talk to myself?
Or is it tender love —
Trying to say something?