Addict

This feeling a building up.  
Its pressure surging when I look at you.  
You beautiful, handsome, without flaws.  
This isn't love but more so appreciation.  
Like the way, you feel about art or talent.  
You're molded so beautifully that it causes my eyes to look for you wherever you go.  
I don't love you -
This feeling will fade if look hard enough.
But for hours I could and find no solution.  
When you leave my eyes, it craves more of you.  
I'm an addict but soon enough you, my beautiful drug will wear off.  
For it isn't my heart that loves you but my eyes.