Distant Affection

I don't know where i met her, i think she hunted me,
at first i felt no feelings strong, a mystery was she,
as to how she gained such admiration from all,
all who i know would heed her call, and would not stall-
to win her favour, her mind, or just a mere glance,
perplexed and intrigued, i did watch from a distance,
one by one i saw friends, grow obsessed and fatigued,
over charms which i had yet to receive or believe,
men straining to an aim they longed to achieve,
she was it, their unattainable prize, desire,
yet she did not want them, though i think she did lead,
and was well aware as to what they did aspire,
secretly embracing that she was what they need,
though when we spoke i saw their point, allure now shown,
a free flowing voice with profound words, soft carefree tone,
hazel eyes, part green in the light, a wide eyed smile,
averting gaze from her figure, an act so futile,
yes i saw what the rest did see, i wondered, did she?
for the greatest attribute to me, sincerity,
and if she used her traits to play with hearts and minds,
then she was one of many, and interest soon unwinds,
yet if she truly was what she seemed, unlikely though,
gaining admirers simply through her sweet nature,
men dreaming of her simply through her natural glow,
then i could admire her every curvature,
i became one of her followers, though from a far,
and felt the warm feeling of devotion, as did many more,
to some she was a gem, others a diamond, to some a star,
she gave me attention, though it made me sore,
that others too got the same, fuelling their obsession,
i then saw she was not the nectar, but a poison,
leading men to believe she could be their possession,
fuelling inward aggression, causing depression,
throwing nice boys into fits of aggression,
could she really be innocent and unaware?
could she not see how they stop and stare?
She was never the prettiest girl in any room,
yet she had to ability to draw gaze, consume,
not girl ever got more attention than she,
no matter how provocative or promiscuous they may be,
no matter how irrelevant they all were to me, which was very,
an unshakable longing to she, i mush carry,
why when i've seen such handsomer maids,
do i feel a burning lust that never fades,
and why am i joined by so many others?
my inmost wishes the same as another's,
so many poor followers identical to myself,
another unread book stacked on the shelf,
the main thing I can not understand, is this,
She's not as charming as everyone, including me, thinks she is