To a Girl

To a girl

With hair

That shines and bounces with every curl,

Dancing heartily to the music of laughter.

To a girl

With a face

That shines with the softness of a silky moon,

Reflecting some ethereal ray as if

Glimpsing into heaven,

Hiding her wings behind a

Smile that could hide an ocean, behind

Eyes that burn like distant stars,

Piercing darkness with firey and pure gaze—

Colossal stars that surge and stare, the size of worlds

Fitted into the twenty-four millimeter eyes

That sparkle with every flare.
Not from the stars do I my judgment pluck,

For the only stars I care to search are in you.

To a girl

With a heart

That reaches beyond the cardiovascular needs

Of her body, containing the world, giving

Life to all in its charity and compassion.

she carries my heart with

her (she carries it in her heart)

To a girl

With a beauty

That is not only found in her skin, but also

In her character,

Who’s true value is not found in her face, but

In her spirit.

She walks in beauty, like the night;

And yet she walks in the shade of unassuming grace.

Oh Cleopatra of my heart,

In cunning and strength, rule thy kingdom

And keep thine blasted adders from your breast.

Oh Scheherazade of my mind,

Tell me thy stories,

That my idle thoughts may ever be on thee,

Living a thousand and one nights only to think of you.

If that till I loved

I never lived,

I was born the day you met me,

And I am reborn every day, for as soon as I

But look at you again, I am at once in love anew.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways:

I love thee as the stars be numbered and more,

And I will use as many clichés

As it takes to describe every aspect of your beauty.

To a girl

With a love

I give completely, and to none else. But

I am not yours, not lost in you,

Not lost, although I long to be

Lost as a dreamer in the world.

Lost as a love song on deaf ears.

To a girl
Whom I met

But never got the chance to know.