A/N: I hope someone finds this in the midst of all the clutter of this site. It popped into my head and I felt I had to put it up here.

I saw the most glorious creature today.

His hair was spun gold, his eyes, deep sapphire. And his lips! Oh, his lips! They were the color of untainted scarlet. He was the perfect picture of youth and beauty. Or, perhaps, he was beauty, for no mortal male have I ever seen look so absolutely perfect. His name? Dorian Gray.

I met him at Lady Agatha's party. The dear woman introduced me to the lovely boy, for he hardly looked old enough to be a man. We exchanged pleasantries and talked for the longest time. I was extremely reluctant to leave when the party began to come to a close. I had just scarcely met Dorian, and I feared we might not meet again. I could only hope that I could keep his image in my mind long enough to paint it. I didn't believe I would have to worry over such a thing, though, because I was inspired. When I become inspired, I do not give up so easily.

Dorian Gray is all that occupies my thoughts now. I must let him out, whether it be on paper or canvas. Is it so odd for someone to obsess over another like I am doing now? Perhaps afer I make an attempt of painting or sketch, he will leave my thoughts and give me peace. Then I may continue with my life.

Maybe that is too much to ask of myself. I do not want to forget a face such as his.