Our first talk

I still remember our first talk, A memory stuck in my mind, Like a sinner to his sin, Bless the man who revealed the secrets of love, I now know I'm an addict An addict of his laughs, An addict of his words, His smiles, His talks, His jokes, His smell, an addict to him... I still remember our first talk, Like time had no end, Like a melody on repeat, Like a dream drenched in honey of his sweet words, Oh, dear angels, Hide your envious eyes, Had he not been in flesh, He'd be god's beloved, I still remember our first talk, If you heard his voice, You'd resent the great artists If you saw his eyes, You'd repent, Hazel, like the first gleam of light on red oak wood, If you smelt his Cologne, You'd forget all the blessed scents of the earth I still remember our first talk, Till this moment, I'm lost, Lost in my memories, Lost in a incomplete puzzel, An inescapable maze, A pardox, These are my withdrawals, But my drug is a Necesitiee, As I fear for my future, Will I ever finish this incomplete painting? Will I ever find an end to my addiction? My dear, Love is an addiction for fools, And i am a fool...