I must not gaze at them although
Your eyes are dawning day;
I must not watch you as you go
Your sun-illumined way;

I hear but I must never heed
The fascinating note,
Which, fluting like a river reed,
Comes from your trembing throat;

I must not see upon your face
Love's softly glowing spark;
For there's the barrier of race,
You're fair and I am dark.

The smell of forest lives in the tangles
of her hair. She smells of thrift store candles.
I can taste strawberry jam on her lips
her low rise jeans hang too loose on her hips

She wraps herself around my existence
and sways me back and forth in dance
Counting the freckles on each of her fingers
she leaves her lips on mine and lingers

She smells of a burnt sun
Her skin’s golden when her shirt’s undone
When she sleeps I listen to her heart
and silently remember, she’s just a piece of art

She is beautiful, and she is my friend.

She used to be blonde, but now has a mix of brown and red.
She's smaller than me, but about a year older.
She's smarter than me, and also taller.  

She is beautiful, and she is my friend.

She's kindhearted, and too lovely.
She's better than me, better at trusting people than me.
She knows what to say, and knows when to call *******.

She is beautiful, and she is my friend and I'm falling in love with her.

The moon only wants everything,
her net always cast;
greed versus gravity.

The only things Earth cannot
hold fast to
are oceans and imagination.