I've never seen such beauty in motion.
Like the wind screaming to the shore
Your beauty has to be noticed.
But that is what makes me so shy,
Like a blackeyed susan hiding in the alps
I don't want to be noticed.
I questioned your reality,
Were you really smiling at me?
Perhaps beyond me,
To a pretty girl at the table behind me.
But maybe,
Those beautiful eyes,
Reflecting the green of your sweater,
Maybe they were looking at me.
ANd for a moment,
I wished I was this pretty blonde I know.
She would not have been so coy
Your beauty could not have so easily intimidated.
But I'm not that pretty blond girl.
And gently brused against eachother.
Your beauty froze me.
Your perfect brown locks,
Soft moon-kissed sink,
Your light scent...
Made me turn away.
And I'm so sorry that I did,
Because now I'd give anything to touch you.
I regret my insecurities,
And I regret that they still weigh so heavily on me,
As does your beauty,
Trapped in my mind.