I struggle through the day trying to focus on the task at
hand but you force your way into my thoughts, but this is
infatuation.
The night I gave you the anklet, I watched and held you close
as you slept all night, but this is infatuation.
I came so big the next night I almost collapsed, but this
is infatuation.
I cried when I saw those new pictures of you, but this is infatuation.
I struggle each day to be a better man so you will think better
of me, but this is infatuation.
I was so happy when you left him and I was there to help you,
but this is infatuation.
I was overjoyed when you told me you loved me, but this is
infatuation.
I died a little when you went back to him and you said I could
never see you again, but this is infatuation.
I search for something to fill the void and kill the pain
in my heart that you left there, but this is infatuation.

You are the air that I breathe to sustain life.
You are the food for my sole.
You are the warmth from the sun on a spring day.
You are the North Star that guides me through the night.
You are the yen for my yang.
You are the song in my heart.
You are the spring in my step.
You are the center of my thoughts.
You are the Sun, Moon, and Stars to me, but this is infatuation.

I hope I never know true love, for the pain of it would surly
kill me this infatuation.