She speaks to me without knowing that I've fallen for even her imperfections

She speaks of her flaws not knowing that if I painted her, I'd make no corrections

I watch her but she hasn't a clue of how deeply I've fallen for the bend of her intellect

Every word she speaks I absorb like water to parched ground, but my crush she doesn't detect

Lost in her eyes that pierce my soul, the perfect tint of color, they so easily seduce me

Lips that allure me to visions of ways to please her that are as numerous as the sands of the sea

Her hair flows like a silky waterfall, her skin soft like heaven's clouds, so tender to touch

Willing to give all I own to be in her court for just a day, wanting to love her just that much

Her form is beyond enticing, she was carved by the hands that created Adam and Eve

And I only wonder how sad the other angels were when she decided to leave

Unable to dismiss her from my thoughts, I find myself fully involved in a love and lust tango

Conjuring romantic interludes, whisked into dreamy illusions by the Scent of An Angel

Copyright 2007 by Tim O.