Beauty is a shield that shuts out the spinning world.
A beautiful girl is nothing but a ghost.
We are enthralled by the tender curves of her waist,
The illuminating shine of her azure eyes,
The porcelain glow of her touchable, soft skin.
We see the grace in the stride of her walk,
The brightness in her sweet chime of a laugh,
The splendid flow of her silken auburn hair.
She is nothing but a beautiful fantasy.
We observe all the radiance and desire about her,
But we cannot bring ourselves to speak of it.
No we have not the courage to tell her,
Just how her beauty makes our insides breathe life.
So we recede into ourselves when she steps into our presence,
Because she has us stammering and grasping for words.
So this gorgeous and striking ghost drifts by without words.
And because we speak not our truths to her
She leads a sad existence.
Being placed so high upon a pedestal,
With no suitor brave enough to climb to the top
And rescue her.