A poem about the girl of my dreams, whom I haven't met yet.
Fixed in a constant state of obsession and awe I stare at you. From across the cafe your eyes with beauty, blinding, as if every star in the universe was eclipsing at this very moment. You cause permanent damage in my soul with the flames from the magnificent rays of your smile . The desire to graze your skin as I pass by haunts me. The chance to cause you to notice my modest form in comparison to the goddess before me instigates a war within my body. It becomes weak with the thought to see your wondrous gaze. If I had you, a queen would you be. Adoration and love, I would give it my all. To hold your hand would cause the eruption of my heart. Exponentially, does its rhythm increase. Will you look up? Or will I miss the chance to find everlasting joy in the glance from the most beautiful woman I have not yet met.
This is a very lovely desire, I enjoy how it makes me feel hopeful that she will look up and see you, that there are men and women out there still that believe in love of first sight.