Artemis' Pensieve

Fifth

I can't help but get lost in all these thoughts:

First,
Of her.
And how is her smile the single most important piece of heaven I could find here on earth?

Second, of her.
Yes. Her, again.
I still cannot wrap my head around the idea of her liking me back..?

Third,
Wanna play a game?
It's her, still.
Because her eyes, her very soul,
are all the proof I need to believe that God exists.

Fourth,
Need I tell more?
How is she so effortlessly capable of making the world seem like a cozy little apartment I'm trying to get home to?

Fifth,
Of her, still.
Along with a handful of many more,
It shall remain a mystery, how the rest of our story goes.