Gaze into the eyes of this beautifully imperfect creature,
Now your mind has had its gates flooded with her features.
You're drawn to this woman, yet you can't explain why,
Something about her aura that catches your eye.
She gives you this feeling of adoration,
Yet you can't seem to find an explanation
As to why she makes you feel this way,
Her face can't escape your mind, as if it is trapped in a maze.
"What have you done to me?",
You're asking yourself, how did this come to be?
It isn't an obsession,
No, she saves you from oppression,
Freeing your soul with love and acceptance.
She wants to show you the love you've always expected,
Yet never received anything but love's rejection.
She isn't what you might be accustomed to viewing,
But the sight of her is oddly soothing.
She is your silent inspiration,
Your mind's own creation,
And although she is imperfect,
The comfort and love she provides makes it all worth it.
