Covered in dresses
brown-haired freckled messes
devour my unconscious interceptions
stealing and running
stunning
in trance
one glance
she makes my eyes twirl
I've lost myself for a lot less of a girl.

At ease, hold now, steady
the right girl for you is just not ready
lower your pace, this love is not a race.

Her grace, her soft and puffy face
her sweet and delicate ways
her actions take place
her roles in plays.
Her stare could hold me for days.
And when she laughs it's said
poems by the gods are read
to script the words that rush from our surroundings.