A Story In Poetry.

Every morning I stand near your sweet home, in such a manner not to be noticed by any-one, Just to see your one sight, also to show you my passion, I not only like you but also love you, you're walking and talking, your attitude and every step.  
I don't understand me that what has happened to me, I am going mad day after day, I am forgetting everything in keeping into your thoughts only, No other interest in anything I feel like to have.
By looking at me every day. You just pass by without any action or reaction.
But I am a stubborn person, Can make my wait until last..............
To be continued......