When I think of you, I am profoundly interested and completely occupied although it seems contrary to reason, but what I do is of my own

accord and it is without constraint When I think of you, even when edged with austerity; I am inherently compliant When I think of you, it is like being inordinately fond of music; such adherence is addictive When I think of you, it doesnt mean I make a whimsical or pompous display of affection, neither do I intend to draw attention. It is simply my way of readying every part of me to calculated risks When I think of you, it is to state positively with conviction that thinking of you does not affect or impinge on age or time When I think of you, it is like casting out passionate displeasure while grueling over subservient thoughts When I think of you, I am lavishly stocked with ardor; an intensity which is considered by many as crass stupidity, but helps me out render fervent emphasis to my emotion When I think of you, it feels like the opposite of getting out of the wrong side of bed; for I am ecstatically bemused When I think of you, I keep myself besotted with buoyant cascades of laughter When I think of you, I cloy the rest of me with colossal sweetness; huge enough to compel wonder When I think of you, I spawn concrete phantom of delight in solitude When I think of you, I consign myself to cumbersome prying, like motivated act When I think of you, I totally dismiss myself from disputable angst. I have in the long run outgrown fear When I think of you, I barely set myself into quagmire. It sends a twinge of guilt hard to contain When I think of you, I am able to combat spurious countenance of antipathy from a raucous and obstructive crowd; it sustains receding courage When I think of you, it is like taking up pursuit with serious and consistent effort When I think of you, I have come to defy and boost myself as to who I am in actual fact When I think of you, I am able to demonstrate a particular manifestation of love When I think of you, I am able to keep silent about matters where prudence requires it When I think of you, I dont care whether this effusion is of empirical or logical sense When I think of you, I am enormously aware that I am no more than riveted by stupor; hopeful nonetheless, heaving with brisk that such reverie would somehow amalgamate into reality When I think of you, I am very much besieged by feelings, with an amorous and fixated mind set. These sentiments that has trounce the sheer substance of flight of the imagination, has engulf me with a notion that nothing so beautiful and endearing could merely be put into words. A word alone appears to be hollow and futile. A word is not a word until finally place into action. You are strikingly beautiful, and the mere thought of you is indeed, indescribable to me. What I feel inside when I think of you is far more beggaring description, for it is deepineffable, because it is love, it is indefinable. Love single-handedly remains a word long before I knew you

RODRIGUEZA, ABY