A girl sits outside in quiet solitude
On a scorching hot Georgia day,
Looking as cool as a breeze,
Yet dabbing with a delicate handkercheif
In an effort to keep the perspiration at bay.
She is dressed in white lace and satin,
With the requisite pearls caressing her neck.
Her soft brown eyes betrayed her inner peace,
While devouring the words in the book her hands grasp.
As a teasing golden curl slips from where it was pinned.
The tendril rest gently on the curve of her cheek,
Unnoticed by the girl so absorbed is she.
But an unobserved onlloker sees all these things.
He sees the fairness of skin, and rouged cheeks and lips,
As she sits resting beneath the shady oak tree.
The strangers heart begins to come alive
As he watches this tantilizing sight.
A sudden smile crosses her lips, and she glances up,
To find this man staring at her in wonder,
Much as he would at the stars on a cloudless night.
Her eyes meet his in an unmistakable question,
And he turns as if frightened, and walks quickly away.
As she watches him, she feels a curious sense of loss.
From deep within her soul she sighs in resignation,
With the knowledge that she will keep her heart another day.
