A tall figure was waiting in the lane
daydreaming,for a sec.forgeting her pain
Maybe she was flying in the sky
Her toughts and senses somewhere high.
In the back,he was admiring.
Although standing up was tiring,
He would spend decades in that place
Glancing at that beautiful face.
She was standing there,like a goddess,
A wicked sweet being,an enchantress.
If her charms would turn him around in painful twists
He would obey with closed fists.
Like a waterfall,her pitch black hair
Was embracing her skin so fair.
She had round eyes,sparkling blue
Giving our boy a sea deja vu.
Sweet ,plump,rosy lips
A perfect nose and fragile wrists.
Her veins were full of beauty
She was emanating mystery and purity.
Our boy couldn't resist
His mind was eaten by guilts.
How could he,so filthy,
Stare at his goddess beauty.
She was warm and yet so cold
Her glance was mellow and bold.
He didn't deserve such perfection
Who was found just in fiction.
A moment of lost mind
And eyes who were made blind.
His muse desappears
Leaving our boy in tears.
What the heck was that.
