Stalking that moment I know is just waiting around the corner,
Stalking a smile formed just for me,
Stalking your whispered voice; lowered so only I can hear,
Stalking a gasp of surprise from world I had already deemed as a lost cause,
Stalking freedom blowing in with the wind,
Stalking your touch by desire and not by obligation,
Stalking you, in a profound way,
Stalking what I want us to be,
Stalking what is left in the world of hope,
Stalking myself in your arms, a pictured memory I haven't found yet.
I like this, yet at the same time is it fair to be worried about whoever this was written for ?