In an effort to describe the feelings that arise from the time our eyes have met would mean to die and come back with your second breath
No, my mind has not been forsaken to darkened planes and hopeless being
It is simply this feeling
How amazing!!
To feel such passion for another,
Lacking the reciprocation yes,
but a gift is to be cherished.
To receive is not an expectation
Yes, her sight blazes the very essence of my spirit that flows like a vicious stream down the falls
But what scares me most is that I thought it could endure such a blow, yet her charm melts me as snow in a summers glance with just a smile, bestow
Alas, if I am to die, I'd rather die happy than remain not to ever know such beauty
You bid me farewell as your admirer
as if it was your duty
