A happy poem about a woman who has a huge crush on a TV daily soap star 

I seek you on the idiot box
 I forever watch till my eyes roll and  lock.
Is it a addiction. Is it escapism
Is it a wonder into the never never land 
or is it relaxation towards the golden sand

I don't know you but I feel I do 
I have never breathed you 
But I feel I do 

I recognise you are just a character 
I envisage you just read out of a script 
I know you will never know me
But I know you are thee

I seek you more than I see my friends
I know every expression of yours than I know of the going trends
I know that may sound very strange 
Maybe I sound over zealous, happy and stir grange. 

But the happiness I expel to see you every evening 
It really keeps me moving 
It keeps me loving . It makes me sing.

You erode my depression 
You make my life a colourful concoction 

I know I am a little too mature to have crushes
But you are lush and I know too much about mushes

I don't care and Ill shout it from the room 
I think you're tops as I sit and stare at the changeable moon 
I look like a loon as I hum to the daily soap tune.