Over-Analysis and 'Distance'

So...in Lit class today we went too in-depth with a poem and I drew some cool steampunk designs in my notebook with really no direction or motivation whatsoever. We read a poem called 'The Chimney Sweeper' by William Blake, and managed to spend more than three-quarters of the class analyzing some guy's commentary (colorful as it were) on child labor. We read the poem and analyzed what exactly the 'bright key' was. We slapped the waders on, and, knee-deep in the professor's shit, went about analyzing a poem too much. So I had a shitty day of classes, but a good day afterward.

I was doing laundry today when I came up with 'Distance.' Commentary about larger things after.

'Distance'
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I saw you today,
walking across the way,
you still captivate me,
your inconspicuous beauty and unassuming stature.

I won’t make any assumptions about you,
other than your beauty all-around,
the type of looks
that tend to capture my eye.

You do what I like, and you do it well.
Our eyes have met, on several occasions,
but never with intent in mind,
only accident and hope.

I view you from afar,
With thoughts not impure…
Seriously! It’s tough to believe
but it’s all above the neck.

Ok, I lied, your body is nice too,
but it was the face that drew me to
the organs below it, and the whole package is what I like.

Am I content to watch from a distance,
or approach and initiate?
A distance it shall be,
because you are you and I am me.

And that is why I watch from a distance.
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