I know you're not the kindest or the most beautiful,
yet there's no one else I'd rather look at and immortalise,
I know you're not the easiest to love,
yet I find it impossibly hard to find magnificence in another.
I am doomed, enchanted, hypnotised.
Save my soul, for it is bleeding,
and I no longer know if I can see grandeur in my dooms forever.
If this is to be a dream, may I never regain consciousness,
If this is to be the death of my sanity, may my soul thrive in insanity.