The Oblivious

Fitful when someone seems familiar, 

Energy so puzzling to be described, 

Undying zeal to have the souls always near, 

That conveniently, the moonlight arrived. 

Feeling, to cherish for eternity, 

When thyself hears a dreamy voice like rain. 

The mystic waves that art uncertainty, 

For heightening all senses that remain. 

Never an instance thy heart sings of love, 

Till abuts a heart that met in heaven. 

Often seems something thy would know not of, 

But enlightened by newfound obsession. 

To see a face most beautiful and bright, 

Rendering no spectacle worth my sight.