My Besotted Devotion

Looking through the tears that fall,
You're the only one I see.
Perhaps it's my imagination,
But you smiling at me.

There's something in the way your eyes smile,
That makes my heart misbehave.
And yet I love the senesation,
When your sitting next to me.

You couldn't care less about the comments,
The snide remarks we recieve.
I only have eyes for you,
It's still so hard to beleive.

I'm waiting for you to have had enough,
Of my besotted devotion.
Yet here you are smiling,
And the world suddenly makes sense.