Her focus is beautiful
Her radiant light shining
beyond the spine of the book
her nose is buried in

With a cup of chai
and highlighter in hand
she blocks the noise
of the crowds around

She appreciates the warmth
of a bought cup of tea
but doesn't recognize the warmth
her simple smile brings to me.

As she looks up for a split second
her eyes connect with mine
So blue I can feel the chill of the arctic
rush through my unsuspecting veins

The pink of her scarf
Against the pink of her cheeks
Her pink framed glasses
Beckoning the beauty of her
Freshly rested face.

She is Beautiful.

But she has no idea just how much!