She takes my breath away. Even from afar. I am not part of her world,nor she mine but still,she takes my breath away. Her eyes penetrate every defense I have ever made and her smile is infectious. Such a normal woman yet so full of divinity and beauty. My heart skips at her sight. My burdened soul is calmed by her and the ills of the world forgotten. Her eyes betray her confidence, telling of hurts and scars she bears. How anyone could let her go is incomprehensible to me. I would love her unconditionally and treat her like the goddess she is. Her body calls to me,like it knows I want to worship at the temple. I dream of her beside me,beneath me, above me. Just to hold her hand would be pleasure like no other,and an honour not unnoticed. .... All this from afar. See,she doesn't even know I exist,im nothing in her world. And though the thought of never laying with her saddens me, it isn't all so bad. I still get to admire everything she is,like she were the finest painting,shes just not in my private gallery. I just admire her from afar.