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I noticed him as soon as he walked into the room; 
a vision of hard steel charm and strong aura. 

I was bewitched by his manliness, 
by his confidence, 
the way he carried himself; 
tall and sure. 
I was captivated by the image, 
the total package. 

Instantly, I was physically affected by him, 
and I asked myself, 
is this love at first sight...? 
Or is it a mere infatuation?

He was really charming. 
Almost immediately, 
I felt something. 

What I recognised was a rare beauty. 
A precious thing, 
similar to a work of art, 
like a treasure on a gallery wall; 
a painting to be seen and admired, 
and appreciated from a distance.

What I felt wasn’t love. 
Not from my first glimpse of him. 
Desire, yes; 
strong feelings of lust, yes; 
want and need, certainly. 
But real depth of love, no. 

That came later, 
after much careful study of examining the canvas.... 
every nuance, 
each brushstroke form, 
colours, 
composition, 
perspectives, 
seeing beneath the façade, 
and finding the soul beneath the painted layers where true beauty resides.

Only after this patient study did I discover true depth of feeling. 

And only then did I make the claim to be in love.