Entranced with the ways she moves,
And the way she flicks her hair,
I wait anxiously for her to move her head,
And watch with wonder as it stays exactly there.

Every tiny gesture owned by nature
Were only some laid spare,
I watch her lips barely touch
And between them almost feel the air.

Her eyes, the lashes kissing softly
Captivate me, engross my soul,
And the tenderness of her voice
And it’s gentle lilting roll.

If I could brush against her
And touch each detail of her grace,
To feel the wisp of every hair
And stare forever at her face.