Beholder of the Eye

Ever suddenly see someone's face for the first time ,an optic navigation to give you a jolt, sparking reaction from emotion & imagination?         
  A look into the windows of a soul to have you battling ,every end of every sense like a tuning fork, rattling?                           
  Reeling, thoughts springing to life in a flickering garble of energy surge, redline peak of feeling?                                     
The hushed drawn out moments of suspense, until suddenly comes the striking of a heavy note simultaneous with the scary part  , so as to intensify that moment when blood rushed.
Emotional effects differing, sometimes its funny.  I once saw a man for the first time & instantly busted into laughter before I knew what was even funny. When scolded by my inner self as to why I laughed , no explanation had I to offer myself. I have wondered about this person since.                 
  Has first sight of one ever struck you with the instant urge to punch him in his face that somehow to that point just bugged the fuck out of you? I have, why?

Some you instantly know as cool,some not so much, others an apparent fool.                       My dear, have you ever had  someone put that fear into you? Skin prickling & crawling wanting more to put space between you than look back at his face, longing to be nowhere near?                                     
What does a man see to make him a kook from the fluke of that moment? That moment his hair turns white at the sight of such fright that has the might to strip him of his sanity in an instant, all in a night.       
 Like the strike of a lightning rod, of  sheer astonishment it is said a man would instantly die should the face of God be revealed to him.Are they of this world?  Angels? I always envisioned this to be how true soulmates meet & instantly know upon sight of one & other.   I ponder the question of how or why does this happen so oftenly where only one felt it. I wonder.           
Only yesterday I saw a girl's face & instantly began blanking from the flickering of the energy rush, not that I was lonely.                                           
I very nearly began to cry , yet smile, of pulse pounding, breath taking attraction I was wary. 
Downhill zoom, of passion a boom.                           
 Art that is true is priceless as only true art triggers such responses, setting a simple sculpture or painting apart.           I realize to become wise, the windows to the soul give view to an art within. Light, dark , unknown, to or not recognize, yet mind still blown by what lies, beyond the eyes.