When that woman is around

When you catch her glimpse, your heart childishly desires her company. Even if for a moment. And what a moment that would be! The moment for which one can sacrifice an eternity. Such a heart desirous of that woman in a trance of delusion would only be conscious enough to reiterate what is deeply and truly felt towards that soul....

"When you are around, you take control of my thoughts. Freeze my actions and hypnotize me with that magnetizing aura of yours.

I feel humble, helpless, stupid! Intoxicated by your being, paralyzed by your presence. I wish to waste no time in living my life that moment. I only wish to pass every second of that moment in observing you. In living you.

A slightest gesture, a minuscule assertion of your thoughts on your face, a smallest swirl of the wind as you slowly move about observing the world your own way, a life threatening glance, are too valuable to miss.

Then comes a realization that how undeserving I am of you that I now perceive. You, who captivates my thoughts just by your presence. You, so pure and so innocent. You, so unaware of you!

How much I appreciate you, I am unable to express through my words, actions; even my thoughts seem to be immature to be able to express, if I was ever capable of, or if right words did exist, my fondness for you. My belief in you. You, as my ressurrector. Savior.

This inability of expression grows inside me. My sense of expression fails me. Desperation from this inability and a surging sea of longing fills me up. I am unable to contain it within myself, and it erupts from my eyes and trickles away.

Involuntarily, I wish I had been a bit more deserving of you..."

That poor soul has no right to complain. Only imagine the unreal, continue on the quest for real and rejoice in this unreal romance because what is unreal has more charisma and magic about it than the real thing.