A second's glance...

As I stand at your door, looking at your figure in repose, that almost foetal position, curved as it were, an almost instinctual reflex to one who believes themself an awkward giant among the class of the average...I cannot help but remain awed at the "ethereal"-ity of it all... that I could ever come to possess such a beautiful soul as compliment to my own, as a luminary to my soul and the incendiary ingredient that ignites my passion and desire to move...to feel...to grow