I look and see a vision,
an angel sweet and fair.
With deep brown eyes, and pale cool flesh,
and flowers in her hair.

I watch this fragile beauty,
though enamoured I must wait.
Her heart beats for another,
so I trust alone in fate.

So watch I do, her deep brown eyes,
and feel I'm lost in them,
as precious as the diamonds black,
her eyes are priceless gems.

And when her eyes stray to watch me,
my blood heats till I blush.
For just this subtle glance from her,
will cause my heart to rush.

An angel I have named her,
for her fair, soft, tepid flesh,
so smooth it looks to aching eyes,
with a scent so ever fresh.

And to touch or hold her in my arms,
would be my sorrows sin,
for even though I watch and ache,
still I burn within.

Her scented hair flows pure and true,
as a crystal flowing stream.
And brown it falls on shoulders fair,
a caramel-honeyed dream.

So wish I was the gentle breeze,
to play amongst her hair,
to feel the softness in its touch,
it's beauty ever rare.

I see her beauty with my eyes,
but no justice can I write,
and no time to write all I think and feel,
while I question wrong and right.

So all that I may really say,
is see her as I've done.
See the beauty that she holds,
and see your heart be won.