Admirer

I saw you smiling in the ground,

hanging with friends, taking pictures,

unaware of the charm you bring,

attracting the crowd of admirers. 

I, too, am an admirer,

entranced by your beauty,

being stung by sweet poison,

piercing this heart of mine. 

You are a cruel enchantress, 

trampling through many invitations,

while arousing many desires,

though your flirtatious interactions. 

All the attentions making you shy,

even then you keep stealing my eyes,

those radiant cheeks, graceful smile,

being obscured by your silky hair. 

So let me watch you from afar,

let the flower spread its fragrance, 

even a whiff, from the scents marked,

for a follower, that would be a reward. 

And you keep spreading magic,

unaware of the presence of admirers, 

be the magnet that pulls us closer,

striking the chords of our emotions.