to the girl with the golden smile
I wish we could've talked a while
you're a diamond in a miner's eye
the first glimpse of the morning sky
the filling of a cherry pie
sunlight streaming through tall oak trees
the buzzing of the bumblebees
sparkling waves of turquoise seas
all this you seem to be
a gentle reminder to me
the first pink flower of early spring
the glimmer of a diamond ring
the blackness of a raven's wing
though I haven't spoken yet
I write this for the girl I've never met
