Old Poem form Deviant art that i wrote

Captivated by the way your face catches the light,
as the good light bounces off your face,
so soft yet blinding,
the way your hair prance as it is carressed by the whirling wind,
your deep dark eyes mirror no horizzon,
as you stare a daze when you ponder upon your worries,
You stand tall as a pinnacle of my yearnings.
If my desires did exist in a form, it did looks of you.
If all this is only a trickery of the mind
then it is the best the devil ever pulled.
Coz it got me,
it got me good.