The Impossible Still Exists

One fierce, fleeting glance of such strange, concentrated, unquenchable, impatient love that it numbed my tongue and stupefied my senses. Then again, then again, you are a little forgetful at times, my master. So full of your petty loves and wars. It vexes me. Vexes you. That were wonderful indeed. Yet tis more wonderful that you submit one word to me to come but one moment and stand shining there, as now you do. And i should be at your feet. But seldom yet. Time and space seem nothing. Barriers and distance have no meaning for you. All thy being formed on the structure of a wish