when i see you face reality becomes inconceivable.
is life without you truly living?
of all the men and women to have ever caught my fleeting attention you are the only to grab and and hold onto it tight.
your smile bringing warmth to my life and days.
when i see you i am driven mad by the thought of the interaction being fleeting.
the niggling need to see you again, bask in the beauty and blazing passionate heat of your cosmically unattainable visage.

no other form of art could be me the aesthetic satisfaction that is brought upon me by your perfectly constructed face.
divine inspiration incarnate.
living proof of a higher power. 
how could a being so perfect and radiant exist without intelligent construction.
an intelligent construction designed to overwhelm and nullify my emotional defenses.
the divine inspiration that is your face leaves an imprint more permanent than that of a handprint in concrete.
a passion burning so bright future generations shall be serenaded by tales of your stunning, perfect beauty.
the beauty of your face, your body, your smile, your laughter.
the sound of your voice, and the graceful way you hold yourself.

a divine inspiration that has so deeply affected me.