At First Sight (A.K.J)

She never heard this, but sometimes, I remember the first time I met her, A 5th grade boy, seeing a girl, who defied the laws of reality with the abundance of beauty that was given to her alone, One that helped me know myself, With one glance I was awakened, an ignorant young suitor who knew only that a fairy-tale was set in motion, and that life now had purpose, If only to hold this vision within me to alter my perception of creation, A vision of perfection that can only be equated with sublime grace, For if man could witness heaven in a dream or in a premonition, Then at best, man would know nothing of what my eyes beheld, For I, a boy who never believed in perfection, was stunned by the sight of it in definition, saying, in that moment, " Dear god, Why was I alive before now?" .