A Love Poem To No One

I don't know you, but I love you.
Like a lyric you replay the song for
Replay the song for
Replay the song for
Because you are my favorite

You're honey-brown heaven with
Eyes the color of passionate.
Articulate in their parlance.
Your expression is an orator, and I'm its captive audience.

Your moments are like a wine,
Meant to be sipped, and,
It's possible,
I adore you.

I don't know you, but I love you,
Because there is a power in conjunctions
That, given the option, we all would succumb to.
Sweet like a sentiment,
And you might taste vaguely of sugar and plum.

I don't know you, but I love your
Velvet colored eyes and satin smile
(I have yet to see)
Soft as a whisper

Or, better yet, eyes a light like a Monet sky,
And your smile a cerulean ocean, vast in its depth,
Suffice it to say, if left unchecked,
I might get carried away like so many gains of sand
Caught in a tide.
Losing myself a little bit at a time.

And someone decided "nothings" were sweet
When whispered
So I might chant them, invoke them like a voodoo priest.
(quiet as silent)
Praying that they might reach.

You move like an expression,
And that alone makes your existence artistic.
Hips sway rhythmic like ticks on a metronome,
And you wear it like a badge of honor.

You are a fire which burns without wick or oil
Self-sustaining like fusion
Subject of my most treasured delusions
And I just might concede defeat to your flame.

I don't know you, but oh, how I love you,
And if you ever should find me, please, let me know.