Obsession

I worship the ground you stand on
I worship the air around you
I worship the clothes you put on
I worship you.

I worship the child you just kissed
I worship the remnant of your kiss
I worship the wetness of her cheeks
I kiss her back as I would kiss u
Won’t you kiss me too?

I worship the way you comb your hair
I worship the comb that went through that golden silk.
My hands are reaching to touch your mane
My lips are aching to do so too.

I worship your brown, beautiful eyes
That seem to look into my soul
But why do they turn so cold
When you look at me alone

I worship your million-watt smile
That you flash every time, everywhere
But my heart breaks into a million pieces
When you flash it to the pretty girl there.

I worship your low, masculine voice
I worship the way it booms through my heart
And sends shivers down my spine
But when would I ever hear it say my name, my love?

I worship the shirt that you are wearing
I worship the way it is stuck to you
But I should be in its place,
Never an inch apart from you.

Until one fine day, I will wait.
To hear your voice say my name,
For the smile that lights me up,
To get lost in your soulful eyes
And never to return again.

I will wait until you are mine
But till then
I will worship the ground you stand on
I will worship the air around you
I will worship the clothes you put on
I will worship you.