He isn’t mine,

So, why do I, constantly have him walk through my mind at will?

He isn’t mine,

So, why do I, think of him and smile?

He isn’t mine,

So, how come I, so desperately seek his attention?

He isn’t mine,

So, why do I, feel as though by being away from him I’m missing something?

He isn’t mine,

So, why do I, crave his touch?

He isn’t mine

So, why does he fascinate me so?

He isn’t mine

So, what is it about him that binds my soul to his?

He isn’t mine

So, why am I, fervently hoping – what if. . .

He isn’t mine

So, why do I, pray alluding to his love?

He isn’t mine

So, why do I, ask myself – shall he ever be?