Stare

To see you is a pleasure all its own
Apart from others reason that come by;
Even when I know I'm still alone
And you are far, still it's a joy to spy
Your photograph, or via webcam see
Your smiling face. It hardly matters where
We both may be; there is an ecstasy
In every sight of you. I simply stare
Until you laugh at me for staring so,
But you must realize, if you don't know,
I love to look at you, no matter how,
Especially when it has been so long;
And if that's all the present will allow
I cannot think my staring is too wrong.