When I look at you, I’m rendered speechless. My thought is inspired; captivated even. And my heart yearns to the desire found in knowing you’re beautiful. I gaze upon your eternal elegance and find myself contemplating the notion of beauty being impossibly infinite. But you’re so. Your beauty is possible and your delicate aura gives a new sense of meaning to life. A single look has turned into infatuation. I dare wish to taste beauty’s sweetness. To place my lips a mere breath away from yours. Notice the faint coldness in my breath as I make your lips tingle to a dryness, which only my kiss can replenish. It’s said that a woman is beautiful not for her supreme figure, but for the way in which her heart beats. Softly, thoughtfully, emotionally, intensely; a woman is beautiful to a heart’s touch. Beauty is what the eye’s see. Love is when the heart decides to follow.