Your chestnut hair tied tightly in a braid,
And flawless strides that follow from behind.
A set of lips that burn like fire upon
Your porcelain visage, burnt into my mind.
I know so little of your further charms,
You seem a portrait framed in wonderment.
Inspired by moments you and I ne'er lived
I softly croon without accompaniment.
I ask of you my cherished mystery
To look down from the pedestal I've built
Upon the humble dreamer I've become.
I beg for mercy from your vexing gaze
To ease its icy mesmerizing grip
Before which I most willingly succumb.
