A Woman's Presence

Stricken by the presence of this woman
whose beauty and presence is 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.