A Woman's Presence

Stricken by the presence of this woman whose beauty andvoiceare unmatched; whose existence leaves my mind unsettled. How quick it travels to imaginary's door. Blinded by the eloquence of her hair, which its scintillating presence and volume send a shocking sting through my veins piercing through my ability to move, neutralized by the IV of beauty. Deafened by her sweet voice, the captivating sound. A sound which turns the busiest man into the most ignorant man. Ignorant to time, and to the world. Paralyzed by her presence. Mentally banished from reality. The happiest man alive. For the moment, by the presence of this woman.