I see you. And I melt. No words. Just tears in my eyes. My voice like a fall from grace. Beauty defined like milk chocolate to the sun. Art emotionally mentally sultry form that my hands crave again and again. To capacity to move me without moving. Paralyzed by the mystique haunted me again and again. To know emotions effect me this way. Feelings hard like foreign language. Hits me differently again and again. Suddenly I'm lost again in your eyes. No look away but in my mind a ferociously version of me is screaming I can't! To this effect haunts me like a broken record of a love song. Yet I love it. I crave it. Curiosity. Intrusive. Intriguing. Words that had me like a magnet. A habit becomes a hobby. But you are there again and again. Love is blind. And there's no cure. When I crave closeness emotionally mentally like the ideal of the song bad medicine. What's my name again. Anmesia. Just great! Here I go again. Falling. Melting. For not only words again. Just beauty and the personality of your mind. Just art that the heart in me linger to. Like a spider crawling belonging to a Web. But am I a insect? Do I go to heaven or hell? Or in-between. This fever strange slow sweet. Yet you are the only thing on my mind. And my heart becomes Honey. Suddenly I'm not just a Bee. With you and only you. I'm free.