Phantasy of E.

For: Emma Watson

A confession during this celebratory holiday season:
There have been many joyful causes,
But joy, for this heart stems from only one reason...
..My Goddess seen in snapshot pauses.

Every womanly feature flashes;
Blinking shutters, my heart and each eye shudders.
Methodical thoughts from poetic cache
At your image, alone, are jumbled; my ink stutttersss.

There is something inside which I cannot explain;
A feeling which courses, I cannot contain.
Electrified just seeing you, my emotions explode.
So far a uni-direction connection, you the cathode, I the diode.

There is no one who can compare with such a glamorous sight;
Every inch of you is flawless, radiating with a celestial light.
You are an angel, beyond impeccable, confined in human form.
In the cold and dark, your image keeps the heart bright and warm.

The stars littering the universe are dull when I compare:
The strings in string theory, to one strand of your shining hair.
Your face is gorgeous, each freckle is enchanting.
My eyes trace the frame, your countenance is entrancing.    

Both of your hazel eyes are guides to my soul
When I`m fractured and lost in an Inferno.
Plus each irresistible lip, the sum of the whole,
Your smile is Beatrice - my Paradiso.
The arch of each eyebrow, from base to keystone,
Outline the gates which lead to heavens throne.

I search for words which could possible describe...
These thoughts of you intoxicate, such grace to imbibe.
I try to describe the ambrosia I`ve never been tasted...
On your looks and voice, nature saw that nothing was wasted.

No measure, to all I would sacrifice to know "you";
Not only the exterior, but the interior aspects too.
The fortunes of Atlantis, buried in the briny deep -
Rubbish compared to treasure held in your hearts keep.

Not just the accessories, the accouterments, but also the seams;
Each stitch, doubt, and fear - material of your fantasies and dreams.
Suspended in imagination... the combination of delicate legs, arms,
And personality... Running towards your spell, reaching for your charms.

The absolute perfection of your womanly geometry
Fills each neural fiber with the utmost ecstasy.
Every Point, Line, Segment, and symmetric contour;
And it`s Plane to my heart every Angle I adore.

To Morpheus I pray: take all I am, but take not her smile away.
You are my Elysium; in fields of dreams, with you, I lay.
To you Emma, one more thing I would say:
I wish you the best and Merry Christmas on this day.

Composed By: A.D.