i believe (what a desperate boy i am)

How can someone be so beautiful, if only i could be her shadow or plainly the shadow of her pen, i could admire the thin and smooth curves of her fingers; i begin to believe the blue light, the one that strikes directly to my heart, the one that encompasses my being with the exhilarating perfection of an ice statue, the one that completes all my visions with the essential magnificence of a soulful genius, i'm sure now this blue light that obsseses me in my higher thoughts emanates from her milky skin, and i'm on my knees before the sun of her creativeness; how can someone be so pure, i'm simply convinced and changed for ever, that feeling who takes over your perceptions and senses is true and i can be stricken down by this grace;

(Our mind plays with us, we only can be sure of what we love, and it only belongs to us, the others are only there to share our passions to reach the highest of all emotions, but if you're alone with your love in the alcove of immortality, you'll remember it and revive it untill the end, and those who will flee with part of your soul could never enucleate your precious beloved emotion)