The scent of her perfume wafting through the halls
His eyes frantically search for a glimpse of her beauty
Both their hands cold to the touch
Unable to hear for the distance between them

She glides through corridors, a spectre in the shadows
Her green eyes shining like a brilliant gem on dark fabric
The sound of her heels a gavel pounding on a marble floor
Gunmetal gray dress fluttering with butterfly wings

His mind unravels, strings of consciousness out the door
Her ugliness was overwhelming; he couldn't have her
Chasing endlessly after a shimmering butterfly through a labyrinth
Wham! He falls flat on his face.

A ghost in the night, she hovers through the paths of his mind
Gems on black cloth, her emerald eyes dance in front of him
Forever out of reach, forever too swift to catch
Left to rot in the hot glare of her brilliance