I pondered, as time chose to saver the moment and slowed to a halt to allow life to begin, 'All those who perished out of her life before baring witness to her blooming should count themselves cursed that they should have lived at all…'' A moment of incoherence was followed by an increasingly beating heart, and with it, life…or had it ever beat before…there was no way to tell as was there no way of knowing if my thoughts were my own, for if she has cast an evil spell on me…such was the only believable explanation, for everything I had ever known was somehow shut away and I found that the only possible thing to do, indeed the purpose of life itself, was to be with her…her power is not evil, but it is overbearing. 'What was the probability that a man should cast gaze upon her and realize that his search was at long last over?!… Oh!, should the sun ever die and I lose the gift of her face, I should trace her body to the finest point…but her soul would never allow for darkness as it shines….It is surely not the confines of my dreams that as she closes her eyes to sleep, she lights the room…as she has illuminated my pitiful existence that may not be so pitiful after all…
~when I first saw you my love