I'm usually corageous and brave.
But infront of her i seem to overly behave.Intimidated by her beauty.Every glance of her, she seems new to me.I can't say it's love, i'm too young for love.But whatever the feeling...only he knows, the man above.Her eyes seem to sparkle in the sunlight.She's a true diamond, creating a spectical in the day time.You might have a vision of her on your mind, but what I say is an understatementSeeing is believing, and to believe you have to see.Never have I seen a lady walk with so much pride. She simply walks across the street and I get butterflys inside.She owns the path she walks on as if its her runway. I'm her number one fan hoping to speak to her one day.If i could master up the courage and before I hide it, discover it and use it.Manufacture a word and actualy say it.But till then I'l have this poem in form of a letter, and just hope..that she gets it...