I first saw you by accident, always is, but never is.  As intended, the gifts of the universe.  So preoccupied with your complexity, beauty intersected with a pain that is somehow preposessing in its bond, I am enthralled, enraptured, enamored.  One more conversation with myself about not falling in love with you.  Once I see you, our future imminent.  I contain my enthusiasm, failing in euphoria, our relationship begins.