He was an artist of words, a master of an art so superb if I had the guts to tell him, I'd say I had to have met you in a past life. I want you to put me into one of your precious pages, pour out your masterpiece. .in turn captivating me.
Your intellect is my favourite thing about you. You know all that is irrelevant. Then you pick up a pencil and astound me once more. I drift in my mind to the sandiest of shores.. A paradise locked within my thoughts..
I can think of you, but cannot seem to tell you..
I love your mind, more and more everyday.