every now and then, when life's mundanity
settled itself upon my soul,
your face, always your face,
would flash once, twice and then disappear
like a butterfly that landed
and flew
before I could gaze upon her wings.
In that split second,
I held you in my arms
as something
tore
inside.

Casper Fields

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-thing-with-crushes/