Having laid my eyes to witness beauty, true of form, shown before me.
How it's haunting was thought of in my mind, appearing in randomness, silent of times.
My thoughts are with more frequency, closer, near touching of skin and core.
Sensing in intensity throughout, triggered at any given moment any within.

My heart races in waiting, my mind filled, consumed of it's power.
It's becoming intertwined, joining, buckling me down to knees.
It speaks in my thoughts, am powerless to her drawing upon the heart and soul.
Wrapping me into submission, am giving in willfully,  no sense to be made.
I am in daily prayer to understand, seeking knowledge of how it affects, to why I see!

I am to bare, no longer to resist, fully taken and under it's spell. A haunting it is no more, part of me always, seeded within.
A possession by it's will, by which there shall be no cleanse.
My soul has, and forever visited by her beauty.

Till the hereafter and beyond, I am marked by who she is.

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