I Do Not Know You Well, But What I Know

I do not know you well, but what I knowEnchants me, like a song sung far away.I cannot hear the words, but what they sayHangs softly on the hills where I must go.
I see you furtively and note your eyes,Hazel and dreamy, your spirit half elsewhere;I note the sheen of your dark, lustrous hairAnd wish I knew your thoughts and shared your cries.
This love brings me sweet pain, but I want more,Driven by a dream I can't control.I want the truth of you, untamed and whole;In frantic hope I haunt your open door.