((Must think before you make your move
it is hard to sign your heart away in a
moment of passion.))
Baby blue, eyes sparkle, blonde hair
soft as silk to touch, tempted
to devour away, the site before me
stand.
Impulsive thoughts combine together
lust and love as one, no mind to decide
what would be wise to do, in this lovely
the situation, that stares back at me.
Sultry attraction plays forward unto
me, I must touch and fondle, a sculpture
so perfectly made, an angel that does not
exist before I stand.
I silently close the door where you stand
trying to forget I saw perfection, unknown to
me or anyone, that lingered among this
the site, not meant to be seen by human eyes
nor love, that swam toward your image
as fast as I caught me, fleeing away, with
tears dripping softly to the floor once again.
