Dante and Beatrice Married

You catch me looking at you all the time
And you return my flabbergasted smile
With something silly spreading to sublime
That then beguiles my thoughts for quite a while.
I trace you as you glide from room to room
While you sneak peeks to catch me as I write:
A game of mouse and cat, or bride and groom,
Is played that day and deep into the night.
You leave our home, off straight away I screen
Your every step from corner store to mall;
Though from your bend of back I know you’ve seen,
I sometimes dash to hide behind a wall.
Then you get home and catch my smile once more;
I’m out of breath, but have you at the door.