She turns slowly in such a way to catch your gaze
the perfect girl of your dreams you think
the way her hair sways when she walks
oh how the summer breeze wafts her sweet perfume in your direction
it makes every sense jump and squel with excitment
if only this angelic beauty would allow a conversation
then truly this miserable existance would have meaning
but this would never be allowed the gods are too cruel
to think this goddess of my life could be mine
but this absurd subject is taboo to think of
me a common man with a nine to five life
could have this cruel temptation of lust
such is life a series of unattainable loves.
