I don't know what it's about. I don't know what you're feeling right now. I cannot relate, nor can I explain how I'm feeling anymore. A great fondness I have found? Is this admiration?

I feel

Something

That could be

Love,

But isn't.

I seek for the stars in you, and I find the stars in you.

Beautiful.

When I think about you,I"ll remember your structure, your colors, and your scent. I will not remember your name, or the time, nor will I remember your words.