Power

Yes. I love power.
This was it. Minutes after I met him, I knew this was it. Power was sitting across the table and talking pretty much insignificant things. Power had the most amazing signs of love and emotion. I looked into his eyes with awe. I captured his every style, his every move and his every word in those few minutes. Power could talk, power could walk and power could look me in the eye and talk about things that never mattered.
His power was himself. He treated himself God. I admire him. A taken soul that will never belong to me.

I love Power. I love him.