She's My Eternal Satisfaction

The thoughts that spark, the Spark in the Dark. A Line the Poet writes, the Beauty that strikes. I feel 'em in you. You are the Notion to my Realisation. Your name that speaks and echoes through gorges deep. Your eyes that blink and force me to think- You're beauty uncharred. You are the Essence of my Inspiration. Aren't you the mystic Queen? Or for least the Princess serene? ? Have I not felt you in some myth? Or the one, for ages, i've been with? ? Are you really there? I feel You're the Mistress of my Imagination. But you seem so alive. For your glimpse each day, I survive. You are, in someway, assorted with the air I breathe and yet, was never aware. Yes, O dear, now I know You surely are, The patron of my Animation. You are an enigmatic Sensation. And my definition to Perfection. You are my Castle of Spain; Forget it, you're much tougher to explain. Whatever you are, You are my Eternal Satisfaction...