Oog, so tired. Why am I still up?

Been skimming over my old writings...did I really write those things?
I feel as if my writing ability has deteriorated.

My mind drifts at idle moments. When I am in the car, the train, walking, dazing?
Wherever I may be, however I may feel, whatever the situation, there is one destination.

At times, I think of our moments together, and I unconsciously smile. Then I realize how silly, or rather, insane I must look. But I cannot help it. I recall each word, each letter that was spoken. Each expression, each scent, each action, I remember them all. Re-contructing, re-living those precious moments over and over in my head.
There is no other word to describe how I feel when I am with her "magical?"
Well, now that I think about it, there are thousands of words. Only if I could find a word that could encompass all of these words?
I could just look at her for hours, into her mysterious eyes. Study each contour of her face- analyze each strand of her hair.
Exaggerations? No, if anything, let us call it an understatement, for I have struggled for days in an attempt to describe my feelings for her.

Ah, so much more to say! Why can't I find the words?

I beg of you, continue to inspire me.