I don't want a simple girl. I want a madwoman. A ***** who can stimulate my mind, my very own Poison Ivy. A catalyst for inner growth, an extension of my Self. I crave a woman unlike any other, as complex as they come; Whose beauty is the wisdom of the Universe when sung-- in its native tongue. --[Love];) I yearn for a woman.. just as intricate as I. A Creator, a mountain mover, a mindful singularity. The woman who inspires me to be, to write, to become great. The only one I must impress. She, who notices the subtleties that go unspoken, and the intricacies that elude all other muses. I seek the Love that enables. The Love, that is Life, thriving. I refuse to accept-- just any ordinary household love. I long for the synergy of mind, of two souls entwined-- In a neurological nexus. I pray.. for a symphony of Love, with God as the composer, where she and I, comprise the notes, to the Magnum Opus of Divinity.