My gaze is unknowingly fixed upon the perfect silhouette across the room
A room full of guest and yet she releases radiance so attracting as if she were a blossoming may flower.
How can a single soul control so many emotions of a stranger who merely lingers near?
She sits in a chair and watches the rain as it steadily taps the window pane.
She looked over her shoulder and glanced in my direction.
Her face, her body, her presence, Understated Perfection
She motioned for me to come close…. Closer to her
Not knowing who this stranger was, I hesitantly moved across the floor
“I know you- know of you” she said as she looked at me and smiled
Her smile was almost as beautiful as she
Her smooth lips uniquely complimented her white teeth
I stood there in awe, for she was a priceless site to see
“I’ve asked about you plenty of times, and I must admit I’m impressed from what I’ve heard,” She looked me in the eyes as she said this.
Her eyes, brown, deep, pure, Seemed as if they were calling me.
I quickly looked away as I felt myself falling deeper into her
“Your eyes,” she said “they can see, I-I-I feel them searching, watching, looking right through me” She said this apprehensively while the purity of her eyes were trying to read me
My eyes… they were so deceiving that night,
They told her that there was something about me
Something different
Something more than just a possibility
So that night when we crossed paths she decided for herself that she should see
She observed every inch of my being
Looking for a way in
A way to find her part of my existence
But she found nothing more than mere complexity
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