I woke up thinking about you today.
My last thoughts before I drifted off last night were about you as well. I am amazed how much empty space I must have had in my mind before I met you, because now it seems like you fill such a large part of it.
My mind stays busy creating images and scenarios starring you. I walk around full of desire for you and I compare every one I see to you. I hear your voice in every woman that speaks.
I smell your scent on others as I stand waiting for an elevator. I talk with you when I drive alone.
To say I am captivated and fixated would be inadequate. You are everything to me. If I were rich, I would hire poets to write about you, but their words would seem weak and unimaginative compared to those I feel in my heart for you.
I would have artists painting beautiful pictures, which would all pale by comparison when I look at you. Musicians would pour their souls out in melodious songs, only to sound flat and atonal to my ears when you speak.
Your smile shines like a thousand suns, dazzling my sight, but I stare anyway. I have no choice.