You.

When you enter the room, I feel your presence. I wonder if you can feel me feeling you like this. You walk toward me after catching my gaze and I look away. But I know you saw me looking into you. You sit across from me at the table. It is like there is no one else at the table but you. When I talk, I talk to you, for you. What I do is for you because I like you. I would do anything for you. And you know it.