Obsession

Her face infiltrates my mind:
her dark hair frames her face,
her eyes speak a secret language 
only we can understand.
Her voice soothes,
a gentle lilt luring me in.
Her smooth cheeks,
warm with radiance,
creased at the lips - parted a little, for she's smiling. 
She's made a difference, 
and she'll treasure that, 
as I'll treasure her.