I would like to inform you, 
if you didn't already know, that I was in love a while ago.
She had the most amazing eyes -
deep and soulful, looking into them was like a cliche, 
a story book moment written into some broadway play,
my world always paused whilst I gazed, 
grazed on the air, wishing, knowing I wanted to kiss her.
Her soft subtle lips bring into play
her sexual aroma, arousing me into some lucid dream
Where, in control, I declared that I loved her.
In more ways than I believed possible - 
Every inch and every ounce -
Her hands, silky smooth and supple, 
I loved how they continually refused to stop moving all over, 
touching every measure -
creating a trance-like state of mind, 
whereby, again, I declared that I loved her.
My mind thinks it clear and organises
a certain rhythmic order, which reorders the 
hymns that it reverberates whilst beating to
the syllables of 'I loved her'.
There is no biological term, 
no scientific word, no sentence that a writer-come-poet could create
that would come close to defining how I felt:
I adored her and I wanted to wake up next to her, 
She was both the start and end to my day
and I would like to reiterate one notion, 
a self inflicted legislation that declared a
basic emotion - I really did love her.