I don't have the words to describe how beautiful you are but if you are not the definition of beauty then beauty has yet to be truely defined
And yet there is a deeper attraction than that what is pleasing to the eye
A pull that comes not from need or want or lust or desire
Not from the flickering flame or burning embers
Not the soft clouds of silk magenta skies or the mist rolling off dark blue velvet oceans
It is a drop of the pure essence and blood of the only truth found in the palm of eternity
The reason men seek to climb the trails through the mountains of madness and the echo heard throughout the asylum where the lost gods of insanity sleep
Cast and bound in human form you are everything that is love