You were an intellectual jewel a glittering phenomenon in the sky, some disturbance of space-time in which all things were knit together in a subjective pattern and so tightly pulled together that light reflected from every facet in turn, as you spun, like a windmill, like a tyger frightening in your perfect symmetry in which every stripe was a symbolism and every red a cleansing fire which purified everything it touched, or touched it.
The love I felt for you was first of pity, for you did not know what it meant to feel, and you had few friends.
But in time I grew to love you properly, for your complex simplicity and your ethereal strict beauty.
And I thought then, that even if you could not return my love, it was enough to look at you.