The Girl

If only I had somewhere to begin

An endless description of a goddess

Her eyes, portals to other dimensions

Hair that cloaks her in mystical allure

That gorgeously blent sable complexion

All but a mix of eternal beauty

However afraid I am to approach

At the risk of shattering such a sight

Possibly losing what I consider

The epitome of the word flawless

Surreptitious are my emotions

Concealed, hidden deep within my person

Fearful of emergence and exposure

Unaware of any consequences

Wrought by the recklessness of my actions

Therefore she remains just out of arm’s reach

Taunting and tempting to pull her closer

Alas I must refrain and keep myself at bay

All whilst she mocks me, and glares with disdain