Freedom Of Sight

He's sovereignty itself, with the power of a monarch.He's distinctive and charming, and yet he is sightless.Whence came this man with such fair garments?Such prosperity?Whose uncultivated tastes shows evidence of a deprived love.His hungry soul increases his insanity that speaks so lively and begs for absolution.There's a stockade in his heart which keeps him unaffected by pleasure or pain; he shows little emotion.His eyes show a conflagration, a destructive fire that can only be surmounted by his lovelorn nature.His lips, and attraction, a fixed icon that turns leering into an obtrusively conspicuous crime.When they move, he looks for answers by tinkering with adverbs and by using irrefutable arguments.Unfortunately, this being lacks reverence.His unquestionable eminence and distinguishing characteristics are destroyed by the irreconcilable differences he has with the world.His asymmetrically arranged fingernails are imperfect and irregular; this is irrelevant when compared to his highbrow.His body itself is an unexplored vision of something unspeakably sensual and stirring; ironically attractive in a graceful and delicate way.His coal black hair strikes the eyes evoking a vivacious feeling.This unpretentious, incorruptible and yet incredulous and pompous man, managed to make me an irrepressibly lugubrious person.I am now restrained and infactuated by the feelings I suffer from.Although I can only see what he decides to show me, and comprehend only what he lets me, I can truly say that my scrambled feelings do not show felicities, and yet, he should be felicitated; for stealing my heart.Until I am acknowledged, and this declaration of guilt corroborated, my body will be forever obsolete.