Forgive me, please forgive me
I am illiterate, well just only recently
It seems I have forgotten completely
how to talk, how to read, how to breathe
Did I ever catch the name of the fetching young lass
who stole the attention of my eyes
I don’t know…I don’t know
yet how I could forget her description
She has the kind of smile that dabbles with the magic
pigment of a sacred dove
She has eyes so haunting and cold
they could cut diamonds
yet fragile, breathtaking; they are diamonds themselves
The sun must share my sentiment
for it shadows her
allowing her white infused cherry blossom hair
shine like it’s rivaling passing stars at night
How was I lucky enough to witness perfection at its best
in a short, rippled blue dress
mysterious to match her personality
Maybe one day I’ll have a second chance
to make a first impression
instead of choking on her soothing bell like laughter
at my inexperience to say a word
to this beauty to behold
A Beauty To Behold
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