She enters my mind with a whirling simplicity the likes of which I could never have imagined.

She enters my ears through subtle yet joyous sounds, barely audible to the untrained young ear.

She enters my nose accompanied by the fluorescent smell of roses and home.

She enters my vision smiling in a bright red dress whose colors brilliantly compliment her rosy cheeks.

Her hand enters mine, her fingers soft and cool to the touch as we embrace as if for the first, or last, time.

Her red lips whose shade stirred jealousy from even her beautiful fabrics tasted of cherries and springtime.

No other woman steals my pain as she does.

No other woman captivates and terrifies my senses concurrently.

My terror stems from my fear of letting her down.

My captivation emerges from my fear as a light emerges from darkness.

I love her.