The Book of T.J.

Unadulterated,
Indefinable,
Insurmountable,
Complete beauty.
This is what I thought at first site.
She moved as if with grace of an angel.
There was something about the way she blinked,
As if in slow motion,
Batting those eyelashes,
Seemingly taunting everyman within sight,
Making them wish for a moment in their lives,
In which they could hold her beautiful image dear to their hearts.
Who wouldn't give everything for a moment like that,
The moment I now replay in my mind.
Watching,
Losing myself in her eyes,
Not wanting to be found.
Hearing that voice,
Thankful to Karma for bringing me this angel.
Unadulterated,
Indefinable,
Insurmountable,
Complete beauty.

This entry was posted on Sunday, July 20 2008 and is filed under Poetry.