Suspect

My eye is caught, as in a snare
and recognition is instantaneous,
for this person wields her "A-type" personality like a double-edged sword.

However, said sword is but for show,
and it is apparent that there is no threat
for a "bauble", but for it's wonderment.

The night leans not, on one's senses to make any point...
it merely cloaks it's intentions with "shadow play",
and distractions alone, are the night's cursor.

There's a way she makes me feel, that overwhelms my very being,
without even bothering to touch a single nerve.
She has my complete attention, my loyalty, and alone...she posses my soul;

but, a problem surfaces
clouding the waters of my dreams.
She is nothing more than a mirage...

an oasis if you will, unto my life...
and though I'm momentarily "stunned",
I realize that, these feelings of mine are "suspect".