When I first saw you I didn't realize that you would create such an impact on me,
but it's been a month now and I still cannot get over just how utterly amazing, graceful, and beautiful you are.

I've tried focusing on something else but whenever I see you you are simply too wonderful to ignore.
Your beauty is something far beyond me.

You have all perfect proportions everywhere and especially on your face.
I honestly cannot understand what you mean when you say that I'm so beautiful,
it confuses me every time,
how can you, a living statue, say that someone else is beautiful?
how are you not astounded by your own beauty and are just narcissistic? maybe your eyes are so beautiful starting from the inside that everything you see is prettier than what most see.

and what's more
I'm not even beautiful enough to be considered beautiful,
I would've decided that you are just telling me I'm beautiful because "that's something that a woman likes to hear",
but how can I convince myself of that when you just keep repeating it and mean it every time?
I mean I have some beauty but I don't even bring it out

You have noticed this,
you have told me you would "make up the **** out of me"
and that I just "have so much potential",
you've told me this last in a really genuine manner
like an makeup/dressing artist that is considering what to recommend for another artist's physical appearance

As I though, it must be your eyes
they can see the world with a different, more gentle lense

But your eyes!
Oh, don't get me started!

I cannot conceive how you can have such color of gray/deep blue eyes and how they were chosen to be on such a perfectly proportioned face,
I would literally take as an explanation that the stars were aligned and that caused it

The first time that you saw me and the first comment that you told me was that you like my eyes, that I had a very profound gaze.
I cannot get over how that was a comment you made on me and on top of it the first,
yet whenever I see your eyes it looks like I'm looking at an artwork and I have to analyze it and to understand it I should just stare at it intensely for a couple of minutes

I can actually say that last thing for your whole face.
Whenever I look at you I first of all see your eyes and how the glasses that you chose are the best ******* glasses you could've chosen for yourself,
but frequently my eyes gaze a little lower and I rest them on your lips.
Oh, these lips...

I've never seen a model that has such ****** lips
You don't have them small nor bulging either,
you have them a little bigger than what would be average and they go so well with the shape of your face,
and their color, their natural color

it's pink like soft skin that was exposed,
you are a man and you do not use lipstick nor chapstick and their natural color with their natural mate makes me crazy.
The color is ****** by itself and the way the lips are placed on that face is also ****** by itself
(*when I say ******, I mean that as a quality, like a compliment, not that they make me feel ****** desire towards you)

To be honest the colors of your eyes, skin and lips are a whole other beauty by themselves,
the way they combine and harmonize in your face is a thing that deserves credit for just existing

Oh, but there's not only this.
When one looks at your face one can see also your hair, which is around it
I'm not good at describing hair so I won't get into it,
but it's brown and has curls and it goes down around your chin
and whenever you have it wet it's double as beautiful and I just cannot believe how you can have such a face and on top of that such hair,
although the face is much better by far, guess that's obvious considering the quantity of elements

I also won't get into describing your body because I'm not good at that,
but you're tall and gorgeous and perfectly well-built, not overdone and literally just perfect,
on top of all that add the elasticity that you have and how much you enjoy moving it and dancing gracefully and again it looks like we have a living statue with every pose that you make.

There was also this one time when I saw you on the distance and I started grinning
but couldn´t stop so I looked at the ground so you wouldn´t notice
but when I was walking near you I looked again at you and you were looking directly at me
I wondered if you´d seen it all, my reaction
you smiled back at me and told me to give you a hug.
How can anyone have such a natural reaction to that which I was embarassedly hiding?

You are very kind and you treat everyone with so much love and care that there's no one that could even say anything against you,
you also like greeting and telling goodbye to everyone
and I'm so thankful to you that I'm no exception.

I do always worry that I won't receive your goodbye, not because you have ill against me but because I'm just a nobody and you shouldn't waste your energy on me (though it's never wasted, I do appreciate every single thing you do for me and also things you do for just yourself or others).
A couple of times you have kissed me
(I'm not sure exactly because I'm not that romantic, I'm just writing this because every bit of you causes an impact in me for some reason.
But they were approximately)
Two times in the forehead and one time on my cheek

When you kissed me on my cheek I felt like you kissed my soul.
That's the best way I can describe it.

I remembered how your lips look and pictured how they'd be on the kiss,
I was also feeling your skin around your lips
And I remembered you're a man (I usually just see you as a person, I'm sorry, I'm used to ungendering people) because I could feel the whisks of your mustache and beard,

I swear just every element that's added to you just makes you so much better,
every time I get conscious of something else that you have I am amazed by it and in awe.

I am thankful to you for everything, and on that kiss I felt like you were kissing my soul because it feels so genuine and the strength applied times the duration of the kiss made me feel the more that you were trying to get your feelings through to me,
not romantic feelings, but feelings of love, the love which you carry within and that you want people to feel inside.

I wonder
how our great creator
built a vessel
strong enough
to contain my soul?

Each day my spirit fights
against my skin with violent
jolts as a young bird
seeking exit from a cage.

Unfettered psyche
free from me
bounces among clouds
rolls through deserts,
climbs volcanic ridges
migrates with birds in flight.

Curious instincts guide
my vital force inside and out
like honey bees
scour zinnias in full bloom.

Dare I release my spirit today?

O morning sky of endless blue
Tinged with purply-pinky hue
You tell me of His mercies new
Whose heart pursues my own

O geese in wingèd winter's flight
Your honking cries arouse delight
And lift my gaze to seek thy sight
As wooing from His hand

O softest breeze which skims my face
And stirs with such mysterious grace
My soul to reach for Love’s embrace
You brush me with His kiss

O snowflakes falling to the ground
You pierce my heart without a sound
To crave a purity only found
Beneath a bloodied cross

O setting sun in half-light glowing
Waning day’s last glorious blush showing
You paint with fire my spirit’s own knowing—
This life is fading fast

O stars of midnight’s blackest sky
Paraded forth, you pull my eye
Toward One Who speaks this ceaseless cry:
“I’m coming back for you.”

O creeping fog to dawn’s light clinging
You whisper, Love’s veiled message bringing,
With haunting echoes faintly singing,
“Lose all of you in Him.”

The first thinkers were poets
Naming Mother Earth
Beginning symbolic thinking
Of nature, death and birth

Though themes are often repeated
Love, Beauty and God
Poetry in the guise of Religion
A prophet or a fraud

The poet resurrects the Primitive
Through allegory and similes
Disarming the unknown like explorers
Sublime Prophets and Visionaries

They must lay bare those treasured images
That must be expressed
Unraveling and revealing the sounds
At each soul’s behest

Encompassing the entire Cosmos
So lyrical the beat
The poet’s excitement flows outward
Laid at the Reader’s feet

So original, individual
She won’t examine or explain
Letting go the festering feelings
Disturbances in her brain

He exposes his dark, wounded psyche
Just to release and express
Such capacity to see and compare
Hyperbole at its best

I love, I hate, I suffer
A special dance in rhythm and rhyme
The poet as a buffer
Lessening the pain and sting of time

Laden with symbol and feelings
She gives you sweet relief
From something urgent, revealing
Confusion to belief

Through a cinematic kind of seeing
The poet purges to transform
By leaping through Alice’s looking glass
She never was one to conform

Quite intolerant of convention
Just like The Mad Hatter
His passions immune to all logic
In syncopated patter

Jamming up the poet’s mind
Struggling for expression
Seeking order out of chaos
An infantile regression

Cleaving to his imaginary world
The poet breaks out into words
Creating sound paintings to be unfurled
So his own agony is blurred

She succumbs to storms of passion
With instinctive techniques
Rhymes and rhythm still in fashion
Out of hand flows mystique

The poet mines from his unconscious
The Reader is not blind
For every single line and symbol
Means something to the mind

Causing an inner liberation
Enlightenment or flight
It is a matter of life and death
When darkness turns to light.