When I see a beautiful woman I am struck by a series of emotions
First is a sort of divine perturbation
My heart attempts flying as the world forms around her
She is Aphrodite new and perfect, adorned in all the wreathing beauty of this world
A corona of blinding halos sing to me
How I wish this is where it ends
Soon after I am struck with an abject shame
I fear my glance to be misunderstood
If only I could relieve myself of my fetid desires
If only I could live in that divine serene moment
Further after this I feel hollow for I fear I will never be understood
Pain in kind greets my being and I ache in my existence.