She Sits Alone
His interest awakens,
as he laid eyes on a young maiden
sitting there alone.
How lovely she is, graceful
and beautiful.
Her auburn hair done up in a thick braid,
crowning her head with small stray
tendrils, curling about her fair heart shape ethereal face,
above a long neck, and delicate shoulders it graced.
For a brief moment, his gaze
locked with her hazel gold eyes, amazed
and in thoughts of sweet illusion of having her near.
Wanting to kiss her long and sweetly, whisper
you are mine forever in her ear.
8/3/2017
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