Lost to one moment, one second . . .
Euphoric, saturated, drenched . . .
Captured and bathing is the essences of one.
A flower's beauty stolen,
When added to the bouquet.
Intimacy silenced,
At the threshold of a group.
Never overwhelmed by many
Always overwhelmed by one.
Such is my perspective of life
Captivated in the singular reality of you.
Copyright 2006 L. K. Craft