the first time i saw her was in my mind
she was a peice of life yet lifeless so seemed to be
her eyes, focused out, not staring at me
her sides were sketched with lines of touch and scrapes
a chin thats small so delicatly placed
her face was a sight, magnifisant and pure
and her hair was not something worth taking time
to look at, for her dementions and turns had to be shared
the world should know of what I see
all day long i scetch out dreams
that turn into eyes biggest fantasies
a tallent so rare not easy to capture
the delicatness of a woman the strength of her eyes
her presense lies among me, paper thin and grey
i stare at her with wonder and utter dismay
shes turn over her shoulder my first line appears
and everything else just simply disapears.
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