Fine Line

What do I call this feeling? I long for you At what point do I call this love? I see you, Then my heart is engulfed by this burning sensation I melt as if I’m made of plastic. Beautiful as glass itself Fragile, see-through, but yet so beautiful You never leave, My eyes long for you, They see you even when you’re no longer here In my mind you reside Your smile reminds me of the most beautiful sunset in the East But yet sunset brings only sorrow As every good thing has to come to an end My heart accepts But my mind refuses to let go Where is the line? What do I call this? Love or obsession?