Pursued by a bench-occupier

An object of an intrigue are you now,
With a discernible list of attributes,
That make me dart towards you.
A charming piece of personality,
An engineered array of surprises.
Will I really bend far to know you?
Compatible with my imagination,
Sufficiently eccentric to absorb me.
You were such or I have unleashed you.
Do you really talk to colours when I ask,
Humour me to keep up with standards?
I'm not sure the randomness annoys you.
Insecure about old this and new that,
How to gauge the endearment,
When imperfection is worn by you.
Why are you on my plate; my next chase,
That I will not get up for until,
I have sufficiently stared at you.
Inconsistent with many avenues,
That are availed on the path you tread.
My writing is only as erratic as you.
Don't think you mesmerize my senses,
A drop of gold in spontaneity and planning.
I compare and contrast all rarity to you.
Don't think this undoes a value,
That you will be looked forward to,
Until I try my best to come by you.
Would you appeal to me and myself,
Had we met a decade ago.
Have I been looking for you?
And if instead I could bargain off with,
Respect and happiness for us both,
Would I let go of you?
Why do you give the perfect impression,
Of the mixed excitement and security.
Is that what I expect of you?
Feelings are anything but a badge of surety,
But they are substantially existent.
And it scares me: I question myself about you.
And I wonder if I'll have another cigarette.
Are you the excuse or the substance.
I really shouldn't associate this bench with you.