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- Behold the crushing truths of fatal attraction.
I know not why my heart yearns for you as it does, though that which I do know, is this;
You hold wondrousness in your appearance, as though you were the offspring of beauty itself.
And your mind is clearly as addicted to being fulfilled as I find mine to be.
I only wish that all that you are, wasn’t all that I am not. For otherwise, you and I would be quite darling, I surmise.
But for what it is worth, please do not refrain from treating my eyes to a show of such unfathomable calibre and rarity.
As you are without question, the very essence of the word delectable.
- Despite your attempts at subtlety, darling. I see precisely what you're thinking.
And if I could put lips to lips without harming another, I would do so in a matter of seconds.
I am, as mad as it seems, quite the admirer of your very existence. And once again, I know so little about you, but feel the facade is rather well rehearsed. Please understand, I am well practiced in the area of observation. And with such said, you are the universe, as I am the eye. Stunning to look at, yet so minimally explored.
- How could this possibly be, that I find myself once again, tied mercilessly between want and need.
Little does it help that want is as flawless in features, as the day is long, yet need is as fitting as the very shoes of mine that they are so accustomed to walking in.
Want, you are my sin among sins. I crave all that is your beauty, yet helplessly fall by the way side, on my journey to your world.
Need, you are as evident as your name, though I am yet to ever take on board that which I honestly needed.
So let us raise our glasses to the man of the hour, who loathes to be alone, and hates to be accompanied.
The sound of solitude is the same as insanity.
- I implore you to inform me of why it is, that every time you come within my eye sight I am instantly thrown into a mindless daze, a sense of ethereal surrealism.
Your beauty will be my death, if you continue to perform as you do.
And I know not of a human that could deny the allure of your disappearing act.
You will be the most intensely desired creation that I will ever have had the fortune of knowing.
And I would go as far as to say, my dear, that I love you.
Though I wish only to be able to express such feelings in any way other than words.
Perhaps, in time, such will happen.
- ( Now this ones a strange, the title of or was "M.B" ) Not once have I laid eyes upon a creation as incredible.
Not once.
Be it editorial or cold hard reality.
There stands an angel before me.
Unmistakeable.
Yet an angel in a room of devils.
Primitive devils with their intentions carved into their foreheads.
They're all the same.
Oh how you must be so weary of the reoccurring similarities you inevitably encounter at every turn.
So I shall merely stand here, spontaneously locking eyes with you. At that moment, nothing else in this room matters.
No sound other than the solid pounding of my heart, not a surrounding sight, just the perfection that stands before me.
Oh how your eyes perform.
How they speak without words.
How wondrous secrecy is within these undesirable circumstances.
But perhaps I am deluded, perhaps all that I have said means only what it does to me and is simply a proposturous misenturpretation of the language of our eyes.
Perhaps a wishful thought is as much as I shall ever have to reflect upon.
But before you leave, please accept this key, it simply resembles the fact that you have my heart.
Au Revoir.
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