When I fall for a woman, I fall for her nature, her novelty, for as her honest self, when the raw poetry of her soul is made tangible through forms of expression such as art or intimacy, I marvel. It's like, very well, you fascinate me. You, as you really are, are proof of what's behind the sea of masks concealing all the lovely faces out there. I'm artistically inspired, and if she welcomes me to do so - I desire to hold a mirror made of words to reflect her beauty; I try to write back to her what I see. Though I never succeed because it's just not possible, but whatever, it's a release to confess my appreciation of a force augmenting my love.
