Oh So Pretty

No boy should be so pretty.

You make every girl's heart
Ache
Just by looking at you.

That perfect crooked smile
Always touching
Those chocolate brown eyes -
Windows to
Your sweet soul.

The tousled, bronze, weaving strands
Of your hair;
Shining like precious metal,
Enticing many fingers to wish
With which to entangle.

Oh pretty boy.
We don't know your mind.
Will we ever?
I want to love you -
I know I could love you.
But could you love me?

I'm no porcelain doll.