Beauty waits for none
It was a beautiful morning,
of a very fine day,
but I couldn't hear a thing,
of what my friends would say!
A few feet away in a corner,
relentlessly I'd stared,
for I saw a bewitching beauty,
who had left me ensnared!
However hard I tried to control,
once again I looked there,
and I can't explain the joy,
as I watched her talk unaware.
Propriety dawned on me,
and so I turned my eyes away.
And I felt myself in a turmoil,
as my thoughts went astray.
I turned back only to realize,
that she was now gone,
and I felt this was very unfair,
that her name I'd never known.
She'd disappeared before I could blink,
and I couldn't help but think,
What was it that made me spur?
It was just a sight of her.
If only beauty wasn't so rare,
of a smiling princess with silky hair,
of someone soother than autumn breeze,
perhaps my heart would then have peace.
I knew disappointment and I felt pain,
and so I questioned myself again -
Why couldn't she be my 'someone'?
Why could beauty wait for none?
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