She was beautiful; a gift of nature.
Her fluid movement, like a fog drifting slowly from a calm sea.
Hair that moved from the gentle spring breeze, stirred a deep desire that was hidden within my breast.
I saw her as though peering into a vision. A comfortable detachment touched my brow.
Thus renewed my focus was captured, and she held my building fascination.
Was I doomed or destined for joys unspoken?
Was she spoken for and not likely to be interested in one such as I.
I lowly in stature who was humbled by every toss of events.
I could but dream, and in the end perhaps daydream.