infatuation

you are not you. 

you are what i think
alas i refuse to admit i am wrong.
what can i say?
i love this version of you 
he is kind and sweet and loving 
so very beautiful.

its not to say that you are not these things 
its just that i wouldn't know
cause i've never actually had a conversation with you. 

i do not know you as i want to 
i know only stolen glances and held doors 
perchance a small smile 
and your voice. 

you don't talk much but i love it when you do 
a sound so freeing and ecstatic
to me at least
perhaps not to anyone else. 

only to me.