Picking from beauty to antique,
Each so specal, respectively uique.
Untouched for some time and pure in notion,
Necessary love and unrivaled devotion.
How do I love thee so odd and full?
What makes thee so fair with its own pull?
Say I know the difference between obsession and love,
What would thou feel for me if it knew not of.
Superior to all but nothing in my heart,
Contrary to all but beauty it may impart.
A life without thee is life not at all,
A permanent drop to the ends of eternal fall.