The imperfect flawless poem

Even just the idea of your presence, Recreated my world in all its essence; Inspired life back into my near dormant volcanoes Your conscious eyes blaze up like wild infernos. I'm astounded at how I am yet to see anything so spectacular. So overwhelmed by nature's pure splendour, You, as my only guide; no need for a prompter; I gave myself the right to make you timeless... Pen in hand, unworthy scribble, made you boundlesssss.... I'm baffled at how I am yet to imagine a spectacle more enchanting! Been here only five days and I have known You none A million pens and words could never begin to mention How just one image flooded my soul with all kinds of emotions Memories of memories I am yet to remember... Things I haven't done Feelings I haven't felt because of you, just one picture, I remembered the unforgotten, I remembered the impossible - and the latter side of experienced. I'm loosing my rhyme, ...running out of time The Meter's gone to the dogs Verse by verse I loose the sequence and flow The only poetic device that makes this composition the most flawless poem I've ever written is the fact that it's purely about my first encounter of You.