Complicated

There she was standing about,
The Fairest being I'd ever see,
Was it an Angel or Daemon,
Everyday I'm tormented by it,

What can it mean but true love,
Her eyes calm me,
Her smile comforts me,
Her warm hand softens my touch,

To do what now,
Shall i ask her on a date,
Or will we kiss first,
either way she is mine and not yours,

Note: one of my first poems and my feelings in life right now about my true love...