With every step I take,
a flash of her pretty face captures my vision.

I do not know how to express admiration for one by picking features,
and talking about sweet unforgettable actions,
but I do know that I feel what I feel.

Striding past me,
eyes fixated,
a contact assuming the place of a touch,
a whif of her bodily perfume in the air,
the power to stop time.

At the door,
I release the breath I had held in for what felt like minutes,
but a passerby...