The Infatuation 2

Time stands still, whenever I look at her! Hour upon hour. Each day by day. Evenings and mornings will always stay In the same places, that they always were. Noon welcomes the moon, then becomes a blur. Final resting places welcome a lay, As i still see her in every way, Trying not to let my emotions stir. Unfortunately, she can not be there, At that point when my day becomes a dream. This is the reason why I have to stare, In a way that makes her memory gleam. Obviously, such a beauty is rare; Noticed, so it never falls through the seams.