The presence of...

In the presence of a beautiful woman
Everything is better.
The sun shines brighter, and the flowers grow faster.

Jokes are funnier as the laughs are forcibly drawn from your lungs.
The water seems cooler, as do I.
In the presence of a beautiful woman.

The air is more crisp, you feel lighter passing through. The presence of a beautiful woman forces a smile on you, as if at gunpoint.
But when you take it for granted, her absence will draw dark resent.

Her presence is catalyst for the strongest of emotions, and the most violent of conflicts. It is both a blessing, and a harrowing curse if you cannot keep her around. And you won't. Like time, theory, and the sand under our feet. You can blink for a second, and she's gone. Gone. With only the trace of her smell and the scar she left with her lips.