I don't think he understands

That he is my only

Infatuation

That everyday I look to him

For ideas from my

Imagination

He is my muse and my heart

Twisting ideas from

Adoration

Why doesn't he see I want

Him more than life

Desperation

Is how I feel when he's away

His eyes are pure

Inspiration

For my art and my work I

Treasure so highly

Fascination

The feeling I get in myself

From every word he speaks

Motivation

And the realization

With each conversation

There is the expectation

Of my transformation

For personification

(he makes me who I am)