A smile of innocense
The face of beauty
Eyes that burn like ice on fire
Love and its purity
Gazing and wondering
"Is he thinking of me?"
"Was is it about her,
In me he dont see?"
He's looking right through
What's in front of his face
A sentual woman
With poise, style, and grace
Yet he sees not a woman
But merely a girl
A friend is all she'll be to him
Still he is her world.
