Puppy Love

It comes back to rest on me,
a gaze that all ensnares.
Her presence all around me
with words that do caress.

Is it romance unsought?
My mind is all besot;
in rapture of a fleeting touch
imagination's caught.

Unwanting, I seek her out;
the strings of heart undone.
Softly I hear me sing
tunes long forbidden

How long until 'tis over?
They say it goes away.
This puppy love of mine
is perhaps here to stay.