Her silhouette caught in my eyes leave me froze,
in motion or posed, she appears as delicate as a rose.
She would never suppose that she showers me with flowers,
and contain in each pedal is unending powers
for my heart.
Bet she never knew that she was art from the start.
Emotions moisturized by the essence she drizzles unknowingly.
Showing me the nature of beauty flowing in me
like drying sheets in the summer breeze.
Every action like a tease putting my mind at ease
knowing that she may be interested, is suggested.
Gave me food for thought, hard to digest it,
slightly infatuated with me, in her own mind she confessed it.
Never replace her face, flower in the most beautiful vase.
Windows of thought kept open just in case,
to let love into this place.
I want to make sure that there is always space
for me to chase my feelings into the open.
I'm Hoping......
By: MarQuai R. Moss