The Girl

The girl with the pretty eyes

sits quietly, watching me 

a mystery written in grace,

a story I long to read.

Her gaze, soft yet full of fire,

awakens something deep 

something that I wish to know,

to feel,

to keep.

She is someone to explore,

a mind of brilliance,

a heart that smiles.

Beauty beyond the surface 

gentle, radiant, alive.

She is an artist 

an artist of all that is beautiful,

though she does not see it.

She paints the world in light

without ever knowing

she is the light.

She is love,

unaware of her own divinity.

And I 

I only wish to show her

that she is worth it,

that she is everything,

and more.