Doomed or Destined

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.