I am not sure when this started, but I know I am too late to stop it. I have realized that you are beautiful, and I cannot shake the knowledge from my mind.

There is nothing here. No hope, no strange circumstance, not even a second thought from you. I'm quite sure you would use this against me somehow, if you knew. So you never will. No matter how many times we meet, no matter how often we trade blows, you will never know that I see your beauty.

When I meet you, I gaze upon you in awe, not in fear. Your ferocity, the sheer force you can produce when you need to, they leave me stricken. Amazed. And yet, I see the finesse, the perfection in each movement. The selfsame beauty you lend to everything you do.

After I return home, it is your name - your face, your beauty - bouncing around my mind endlessly. At times I become listless with the longing. I think of ways I might see you - but they would all be doomed. I know this to be true, and yet I still imagine. Let my mind wander with elaborate fantasies and impossible ideas. Dig for solutions to questions with no answers.

In the end, all I know is this:

You are beautiful. I am in rapture.