Inspired

Through glances I see the picture of art that is her being; one quick glance at a time.

With every glance that I take I die for a second just a second, because she stops the beating of my heart.

Being in her presence I am left trembling at the hands and breathing as if it were my first breath of precious life.

She is the meaning of inspiration embodied by a flawless human form; thought impossible until I laid my eyes on her from a far.

The moment she spoke, the very moment her voice left those delicate lips and reached my heart I was struck.

My bare chest was struck with a hammer, my breath at a complete loss, and waves of chills coursed through my body as if I was struck by the lightening of Zeus himself.

Immobilized I was, but my heart was not. My heart sped up to speed that would rival that of light.

With every quickening beat, I felt like I would die; I would die a happy man.

All this in the matter of a few seconds.

And the seconds, and the minutes the followed we traced by words, but words of my own creation they were not.

I had no say in what words manifested themselves onto paper, it was my heart that decided it all and my heart was not guided by my mind but by raw emotion.