At first it was the sky that caught my attention:
Colors played with the deep blue backdrop—
It seemed just an illusion.
Lines began to form
That came together
To form a beautiful portrait of a woman.
Her face is soft
Her hair is light brown
And her smile is as lovely as a butterfly
Flitting through the summer air.
A smile that burns into my vision
Like molten passion burning and purifying my soul.
People close to me
Come and leave;
Her gaze fixates upon theirs—
Her eyes shift
Almost meeting mine in a well of emotion,
But then they pass by
And into the eyes of a man next to me
And next to him.
My eyes search for that one moment
When ours will meet,
When time will stop
Leaving us in the moment of fire,
But it always fails
And I am left with nothing more
Than the broad shoulders
Of the Mr. Right standing next to me;
His eyes meet hers.
Her portrait never fades:
It’s always there
In my mind.
And never finding