The glimmer in his eyes is comparable to the sun and—as the rays trickle down, like the ichor of the gods, and fall ethereally on his collarbone—is even enough to put it to shame. A rush of blissful memories and euphoric reminiscences tumble over me, and I remember all that I once felt in his presence (breathy sighs, burning cheeks, loving desire and profound inspiration to write poetry). Then, forlorn recollections and dismal emotions wash over me as feral waves, and I recall all of the pain that I experienced when he left (trembling lips, azure tears, strangled sobs and profound inspiration to write poetry).