The Five Stages

I fell to my knees before her. Such an intense image of beauty, now burnt into me. And here I was, overwhelmed with all of my doubts and emotions. She would think I was being ridiculous. Aha! There she is! And her hair, like the golden late-day sun hitting the first fiery-red trees of the Autumn. And her lips were pink and plump like a pair of breakfast sausages. Suddenly I felt the urge to stare. I couldn’t bring myself to turn away. Such powerful beauty. Such tranquility, I thought.

“What is this feeling inside of me? Can this even be true?” I whispered to her.