Aphrodites Son

The day I gazed upon your face, I fell head over heels You, a sculpture perfected by Greek artisans. It's so surreal to me, how someone can be so perfect. I wish I could be with you. However, I feel I will infect your presence. The face of an ogre, a lopsided scrap painting. While you could be aphrodites son. I have never seen anyone as stunning as you. Your eyes, a steaming mug of coffee in the early morning rain. And while I know I can't be yours, there is so much pain.