This quiet dainty floral being
With crystal eyes and a delicate frame
Her lips are the fruit shimmering in the light
Her mind is alive like the stars that shoot in the night
Her hair is colored silk flowing to compliment her face
Her skin the softest petal plucked on the very first day
Of Spring, of joy, of love, of life, when you remembered breathing isn't a labor as long her fragrance is what your lungs are filled with.
You've never seen her smile but if you did your sure it would be the sun
You've never heard her voice but you're   sure it would be the gentle stream, running water which you want to drink of.
As cracks in a wall allow a little gold to slip through is broken parts
Anticipation to see the radiance locked behind the crack in her mouth is what caused my business of thieving to start.
I am a thief for I steal glances all the time, but there is no lust of flesh so it is not a crime.
And there must be something in me, nearly as bright as she
For her body is a window and all that reflects back is vivid color concerning me.
This is the wanderlust girl which every boy wants
And as I watch him watch her I know it is something I will never become.