Look At Her

I may not know much about her but I know that she’s mentioned after each peddle

Gets removed from all dozen and a half red flowers.

Stern expression hits her face,

I wonder if she see me looking at her?

Perfume, strong but sweet, kissed my nostrils like cartoon steam.

Her eyes majestic spaces filled with wonderment,

A smile that astonishes,

A mind full of intellect and beauty

And a body that follows it.

Sense of style that anyone could fall in love with.

A laugh, charismatic and joyous

A voice, angelic and boisterous

I’m captivated by her mere presence

And I can’t help it but something about her has me contemplating.

Vivid thoughts of what would happen if I told her everything

I’m feeling at this exact moment.

Feelings of feeling complete and I know I may be jumping the gun at this second

But I can’t help but mention that her mere essence is something so precious.

Something special that burrows itself deep inside of my mind…