The Puzzle of infatuation

Bubbling from the inside pushing its way up to the core, what factors control the substance in which self control dwells.

Through tainted eyes the vision can be skewed to a point of disbeleif but clearly staking the blink remains the same.

Heat strokes for thoughts pass through the burning flames of mental slavery, but are then doused with the idea of wrong doing.

but through every visual stroke of eye contact the feeling is fortified, sending waves of guilt through the membrame,

How can one blink for she, when just the other he blinked for her, but through the dialated trial of her, the tears never rained a drop of truth.

so as she enters the level of reality, all is krystal clear to the naked truth of ones feelings.