He hides behind the bushes spying on his latest prey who knows why he does it No one can say. A mind so torn with infatuation scared he will be caught remaining in his camouflage to which his mind has brought. For weeks, he has been watching? His stalking out of control insecurities blind him dodging the odd Police patrol Innocent distractions fixated by his actions Will he ever let her know? He fears for her reaction. Eventually she notices him glancing from the trees Who is he why is he here? She starts to feel the sleaze. In the morning she opens the window blinds to face a brand-new day when she closes them again at night He will not go away. In his mind this is innocent as he confronts her wanting to speak I wonder if she will think bad of me Will she think I'm a freak! But alas the fear grows fiercer he cannot find a way instead, he looms in the shadows at night And continues in the day. The stalking over takes him he cannot live his life he wants this girl so badly Will she be my wife? His stalking days are numbered as the Police close in on his trail and once more is arrested And held without any bail.
yes indeed Mary, thank you xx