While she moves through the room
Her skin looms, with such a luminescence
If life imitates art she is the essence
Commanding esteem like a goddess supreme
Her blackened silk hair falls against her cheek
Time halts as I run my eyes over her physique
It only resumes when my heart retains its beat
Her green olive eyes hold the keys to the prize
Those keys, I guarantee are to a box with locks
These locks open the box to her heart
The ones that keep you and her apart
If only you could allow me, to insert my keys
All three Trust, Patience, and Honesty
