Visual Love

It is not soulful love

Nor is it mental love,

In fact I would call it

The effects of visual love.

Triggered from the beauty in her eyes

Tenderness of her voice

Joyfulness of her smile

And the sweetness of her laugh.

The texture of her skin

The sway of her hips

The strength of her walk,

She is a golden angel.

While infected by this visual love

I can see the aura of beauty around her,

Glistening under the sun's rays

Absorbing the love of my vision.

The moisture of her hair

The shock of her touch

Who could even resist

The inevitable force of visual love