You might call me desperate,
Not in the way I talk, act, or dress.
But in the mere fact that I love him,
I'll do everything to have him.
I go wherever he goes,
I follow where his path flows,
I know his likes and dislikes,
Even what makes him smile, not allowing him to cry.
Gathering all the information I did,
The right term from it is stalking him.
Exerting all the attention I'm craving.
Still I'm an invisible creature loving him secretly.
