It struck me, the girl was beautiful.
Her face, enlightened showing her own light
Her face revealed harmony and tranquility.
The blond streaks on her body outlined her curves.
She was a sight.

Her walk was graceful, uncovering her long legs that rested upon large soles that defined beauty.
High definition were her strides.
Each one took every step along the way with patience.
She was a peaceful soul.

Time is limited and she took every moment in laughter.
She preached justice and in tolerated oppression.
In her eyes is a vision.
A powerful one, that stands worthy of action.
Long dark journeys chased her, leaving a streek of hazel.
Her strides reached for miles, her footprints planted everywhere.
It seemed that only her eyes could leave a mark; an effect.
Recognizing what others cannot see, she was special in her own way.
She is a visionary.

Everyone admired her, she was describes as a perfect package. With a cherry on top.
She had a purpose no one understood
My hair brown, her's unknown.
Her posture, mirrored the tree I had admired for several years.
She was physically unapealing but spiritually irresistable.

I laid back, distracted by her appearance.
I tried to make eye contact with her, my eyes missibg her with every trial.

Under the moonlight, she glowed!
Shinin' bright yellow.
She is unique.

I can't believe I'm saying this; I really can't, but she is beautiful in her own way!