The Girl

There is something about her, the way she walks So graceful, eloquently smiling like a beautiful queen The way she lights up a room when she talks Her voice takes me to that place, unforeseen The place that only she and I have been I love her, and her name, oh! her name Ever since I first saw her, I've never been the same I am mesmerized by this masterpiece God has created, but I cannot be with her And the pain is sharp glass cutting into my soul And yet I must accept that her heart belongs to another I must keep my passion a secret, no one can know That I love this goddess, that she makes me whole I cannot help but scream her name "Juliette! I love you!" I proclaim