A womans' hair

She walked by me on the street,
it was a chance for us to meet,
all i saw was her hair
that's what made me start to care

to care about this female stranger
and not to care about love's danger
the way it strikes you in the heart
when you and your partner need to part

her silky locks of golden strands,
tempt me to caress her with my hands,
these thoughts stray within minds touch,
but jump away and are as such

so i look down and walk away
waiting to see her another day
to see, to feel, to caress her
of my thoughts, she is the center.