To That Girl

Life’s beauty, takes it’s hold.
I saw her and held my breath,
For she’s gorgeous, and I need not be told,
That I can never reach her, even in death.

Her smile splits my heart apart,
And she could crumble me to stone.
She holds my heart,
And I for all I am I stand alone.

Her hair looks as soft as silk,
Her shy smile keeps me up,
And her skin as white as milk,
This the bitterness in my cup.