Maybe it was the way her smile gleamed
That captured my attention so
Each tooth placed neatly and meticulously
In perfect rows, shinning like diamonds in
A Field of snow.
Or maybe it was her long brown hair,
Darker than the night sky, flowing like
a river of chestnuts over sand colored skin
that grasped my attention.
One thing for sure her eyes pierced
like the point of a sword or dagger,
But at the same time calm and serene
Gazing into her hazel-brown portals
transports me into her world,
an eden of eternal beauty.
As she walks by with elegance and grace
I try and gather myself , I try to speak,
But my tongue is tangled, tied and twisted like a pretzel
But what is there to say?
How do you approach a goddess?
So I just stand in awe
Daydreaming about what could have been.