I looked at him with tired eyes, Feeling like I would fall into a deep sleep. So entranced by his words, that I feel that I owe my life to him. He looked at me with those clear blue eyes, a smile that even fair maiden would crumble and collapse at his feet. Beauty wasn't the only thing that was making my heart yearn for his love, It was the smell, the laughter, the words, the gestures he made towards me on the staircase. for I feel deeply besotted upon his presence, His skin shining brightly as the sun caressed his lips. **'In Love'** with the only words I would use for someone I've known for little time, as I don't feel that way. I am only simply at his need, **Obsession** is an understatement. I, myself, in my own very being, Am in fact, in the most possible way, raptured with someone that doesn't acknowledge my own existence. And my heart breaking as it echoes through the chambers of my mind, he will never view me as his. My neighbor, The man next door him. **Him.**