From across the room, you’re reserved.
Hair falling in front of your face.
With me, not well-acquainted.
Not very much to say.
But I can hear that bright, beautiful mind
Ticking away.

The way you cover half your hands with your sleeves
And you glide your hair out of your face;
The way that your smile, a beacon to me,
Seems to effortlessly light the way.
But the way that you smile and cover your teeth
Makes me want to compliment you.
I’d do all that I can to put my arm around you;
To brush that shoulder tattoo.
Right from the start, I could see you were art;
You deserve your spot in the Louvre.
Your face and your mind, all of you - simply art,
Right down to the shoulder tattoo.

Beauty, inherently innocent.
Beauty, you have it in spades.
Beauty, it comes from within you.
My adoration cannot fade.
Your voice, however soft it may be,
Sails smooth through my heart of butter;
When it comes to you, Ms. Shoulder Tattoo,
There rarely is any other.