He Stood Like Christ

He stood tall and walked like Christ;
An aura of magic trailing behind him.
In her eyes, he was perfect.
The enchantment that overcame her was neither fake nor real;
She just hadn’t lived it yet.

He seemed to be crushing scent out of the world with his footsteps;
Crushing aromatic herbs with every step that he took.
Spices hung about him.
The flavor was neither missed nor lost,
It just hadn’t reached her yet.

His actions and ways were beyond eccentric;
Beyond emotion and far from reason.
She savored every word spoken from his mouth—
To save the flavor that was neither sweet nor sour,
Indecisive, she hadn’t tasted it yet.

His features were more divine than a Greek goddess;
Silk hair, glistening eyes, and smooth skin.
She obsessed over the picture of him in her mind.
The image was neither compelling nor vain,
She just hadn’t seen it up close yet.

He spoke mellifluously;
The words pouring out like a soft melody.
She heard flutes and violins in the background.
The music was neither faint nor thunderous,
She just hadn’t heard it clearly yet.

Then one day it all changed.