"Do you really see me?"

When I first laid eyes on you, I knew perfection existed.

Nothing could make me feel the way I did when first saw you.

No words could convey the feeling I retained,

Nor can they express the feelings I possess till this day.

You see me occasionally, but do you really see ME?

Do you acknowledge my presence... my existence?

Do you recognize the transient stares I throw at you?

Probably not. You're wrapped in your own world,

Recognition plays a small part when it comes to actually SEEING me.

Maybe in the near future my hopeful climax will arise

Enabling you to really see what is being thrown at you.

Until then, I'll try to retain the little solidity I acquire now.