She said it once, I just could not follow...

‘She is not my crush, but a concern indeed’
I wouldn`t dare ever to cause this delate.
Urging myself before my own folks,
I feel like stitching down an infinite chelate.

The reaction was not fast at all when first glimpsed her.
Thoughts were shielded by some porky rumors
As were a million mouths against her,
The path towards my auricles became fumer.

Each of her in-sights got ensued with
Strokes of perplexed and repelling sighs,
Until one evening in the heart of partial gloominess,
I happened to see through her glasses, those adorable infant eyes.

Happiness did prevail the monotonous waves of solitude
When she lit the house with her occult smile.
Why did I regret all of a sudden when I did recall
I wonder, I did sabotage that occult once a while?

I`d heard in person scarce words from her cord,
But over the line she poured alchemy through her innoxious voice.
The allegations were rough, some baseless canards,
And relieving them from my personal caravan not my choice.

Annotations from the end of the eternity sometimes
Made me question myself the most obvious denial.
‘Was I falling for her?’
Those were the times I feared crossing even the dry aisle.

There follows a myriad of questions, each with an answer along,
‘Why do I wish for a protective hand over that fragile thing?’
‘Why do I wish her every engagement to be a perfect drift?’
‘Why do I wish her to smile through every spring?’

She confines my every fall, she doesn`t have an idea.
As every other human has his selfishly vital need,
This self is too, very much concerned about life, as I speak,
‘She is not my crush, but a concern indeed ’.

She said it once, I just could not follow: If you can`t give someone a day worth smiles, you have no right over even a single drop of his/her tears.