I dont know if this is just an imagination
all i know is im in captivation
your captivating charm fuddles me
so im insisting myself to wake up from the reality
im contented to gaze at you from a distance
hoping you can hear my little instance
insinuate to me if you know my secret
because your looks hold my breath
just to say your name, for me its unutterable
the point of your fingers, for me its untouchable
we are very unsuitable
we are very impossible
maybe you know me as your stoker
maybe for you, im just a mediocre
but i like you, i'll never hesitate
my instance for you, is to meditate
