Beauty

Walking slowly and from a distance she hits me, with a look
Suddenly I feel a great need to finally fall to the ground and submit;
to a beauty that is so pure, one I desire.

Every blink slightly longer than the next I can start to see her;
hair so golden with every pass by a sweet scent released,
a smile, open eyes, like a gorgeous sculpture perfectly crafted
by a superior artist only to be admired.

Her every move subtle, every glance relaxed,
well maintained figure and beauty far beyond my imagination.
I try to sneak in one last look and before I know it she has gone.
The moment has past; left with a memory imprinted on my mind.
Waiting for it to come back to me the next time our eyes collide.

I'm stuck in this moment, with you.