He saw her as beautiful
and desired her
But to his heart
she was not a conquest
No
She was a sublime
And absolute need
His mind was obsessed
yet, he resisted the urge
To possess her
His love for her was pure
He longed for her but
She never replied
He had no permission
Not even to approach with tact
She was demure and acted
As if he was invisible
He was going mad he believed
In his heart he was crushed
Until she turned and acknowledged him
And immediately
Caught her prey
Without his knowing
He'd been a target
Of the hunt
