does anyone remember the poem the guy wrote for her

Emilie...

I live for the joy
of watching you.

My eyes are my heart,
my eyes are my lungs.

If I close them when you pass,

my whole body cries out for air.

Emilie, you pass me at times
without knowing...

You cannot imagine my nervousness,
my love,

my gaze.

I hate the people who step between us

then love them when they move
and I see you again.

Emilie...

you brush past me
and, each time, I feel such joy.

Emilie, you brush past me
and, each time,

I suffer.

Too much love and not enough courage
make me a ghost.

My fine prose
makes an ugly anonymous letter.

Like a blank cheque,

it has no value.

Allow me to send it
without expectations

but hoping that the joy of being loved
will transport you.

You're beautiful, perplexing,
never disappointing.

I'll never possess you.
I'm inconsolable.

All the same, Emilie,
please accept my sincere, feverish

and anonymous feelings.