All About You

One mans thoughts of a woman he cannot have.

Where do I begin? Should I begin with your radiant smile? Should I begin with your sparkling emerald eyes? Or should I begin with your gorgeous brunette hair? It doesn't matter really where I begin. Why? Because no matter where I begin each is just a piece of a more beautiful whole. And even then, that whole is only a shell to an even more alluring being inside. You're like a drug to me. The more I have, the more I want and the less I have, the more I desire. To me you are physically & intellectually perfect by being imperfect. The fact that you have flaws shows that you also have character. And to me that's important. There are so many chapters to you that I know and want to know more of. And last, let me not make mention of your kiss. Oh what a kiss, your luscious & intoxicating kiss. Just the thought of your lips touching mine, your hands running through my hair & clawing at my body still sends me into convolutions. Dare I say it? Dare I stand on top of the world's tallest mountain and scream at the top of my lungs...that I love you?  That my soul is aflame with the love & passion I wish to share with you? But alas, there will be no words spoken, no words screamed from the mountain top. For this will be nothing more than thoughts and a dream for me. You have decided to refuse my love and attention. Why? I wish I only knew. This is a question that still I ponder from within the deepest reaches of my mind. But there is some peace in my heart & mind in knowing that you still wish to remain friends. That alone will not extinguish the fire in my soul, but will at least absorb the tears in my heart.