Smitten: Being Vague

As for the words and thoughts and sighs and aspirations that fly from him, they are so many tremulations in the ether, and not alive at all. DH Lawrence

At some moment in our lives, we have all wanted to declare something and we could not. In the midst of those times, I like to write poetry because it is so illusive and vague. No one really knows what in the hell I am rambling on and on about. Only the one that the poem is written for really "gets it" but usually that person, my muse, never reads it to "get it".
So anyway, I am presently, at one of those stages where I really, really want to say something, but I can't so I type out these mere "tremulation in the ether". My simple ode to someone who will never read this:

Smitten

Fickle
Tickled
Flirting
And I don’t know why.

Chatting
Back
And
Forth
Sharing
But I don’t know what it will lead to.

Daydreaming
Scheming
Am I just dreaming?

Up and down in
Some fantasy
That is all
In
My mind?

Never hurts to try
Right?

See I told ya....