The One

The One Endless source of inspiration Her beauty without peers To hold, to touch, ever the temptation Heart beating faster as she nears If I touched her would she be Like the reflection in a lake? Would her features be blurry to see, Her beauty lost in each wake? If I caressed her, would she be Like a painting so masterfully drawn? Would The Artist’s vision be lost to see Smeared and chaotic, displaced and wrong? If I kissed her, would she be Cold and frozen as winter morn’s frost? Rigid and unyielding, refusing to see That I am in her beauty completely lost? If I dared to take her hand And from this pedestal help her down, Would she beside me forever stand Or turn and walk away without a sound?