I have never liked a woman so

I've never liked a woman so...
But hasht it been a dream?
I've never lied to a human so...
But was not it lovers whim?

It never was such a sudden splash,
But was it real enough?
Or a fake, when Angel is happy  above,
Knowing not, what a happiness is?

This minutes of musical great inspiration,
Of visualizing her face...
Where do coming all lovers relations,
Lost in humanity race?

I really didnt ask
To love me as much, as I thought
I could have been loved,
But...

Sincerely,
Girl,
You are
Attracting minds
And such way of life
Is waiting
To be found
Above.

Is there only shell,
So pretty and magic?
No,
Or I wouldn't have fallen
In that.

Spirit,
     Soul,
        Eyes.. 
All misunderstandings,
All conflicts of Spirit
Were
Truthfully
Crying:
Believe me.

Two and a half minutes left,
But in that
Eternal
Cleft
It seemed
       To be
          Passed
               As an Epic
                Splash
                Of Violet
                Energies.

Worship has sent
That miracle to me,
And simultaneously
I was sent.

Did all
Your tricks,
All that trials
And hints
Mean
  so
   much?..

I do apologize
For missing
Its meaning.

However it means
Only that i've been missing you,
Darling,
In throats
Of Holy
Nothing...

Crying for meeting,
Date,
I've been trying
To attract you Soul's attention...

That was a cry from inside.
So thank you,
          Woman,
For everything,
     Constantly,
Maybe
    We are
    Just strangers
       In grateful life
                Sand...
There is no Article
Of Lover's
Stereotypes.
Poems
Could have said
Much.
They wouldn't have lied
Such
As We Do.

Whenever
     Having
       Similar
           Earthy target
           to shine all around,
Whenever
     Being
       At one time
           On the glory
           Of wind of the changes,
Whenever
     Seeing
        similar
           Dreams,
              Having
                Similar
                Views
                And their opposites,
Whenever
     Having
      Same numbers
            In a date
            And one chapter
                In a Book
                with a Sense
                Of
                Indigo...
Whenever
   Between us
        It's a Dove...

Whatever.
That Is
        Just the greatest Concept
                Of the Concept
                Of Divinity:
                The Love.