My Longed Maiden Poem by Angelica Vargas

Eyes of foreign hue I saw in you.
Lips red as rose are just so true.
Hair of gold and streak of black of fine grew
Face as soft as whiskers, sets me flew.

You are a pure beauty, a maiden I so long to be.
Fine moves of modesty and words of morality.
Glows in your actions and totality.
A person so wished by most deity.

And I am here, just from a distant beam.
Watching your careful whims and see them gleam.
Adoring your mysterious moves and dreamed,
That somehow I'll be among your realm.