The torment of my pathetic
attempt to duplicate the intricate exquisiteness that is you encompasses my
very existence with dissatisfaction…
…I observe every contour and
stare at each expression that flows from your seemingly choreographed
movements as you wander around... unintentionally dancing before me…
…Dark silken streaks coupled
with creamy white paleness touched ever so lightly with gentle hues of pinks
colorizes this form I have become passionately infatuated in studying…
…the wholeness of you captured
by the scratching of this pen seems absolutely unattainable…
…Yet I still sit here gazing in
amazement at the beauty in front of me hoping to find the words…
…I do not.
