She's The Picture Of Love 3 Poem by Scarred Unknown

At a first glance
A blind man could see,
She’s beautiful.
From a simple hello,
Her smile glows.
By now they want her,
They go to talk to her.

From the first conversation,
They can tell,
She’s funny, and a bit of a ditz.
In less than a minute,
They can tell,
She’s sort of a klutz.
By now they like her,
Now the chase begins,
They must have her.

When they talk to her again,
They start to see,
How much lies beneath,
The simple surface.
They start to see
She’s deep, smart,
There’s so much more,
That they think only they see.
They think they’re the first to understand.
They love the conversations,
And how she knows
Just what to say.
Their heart is softening,
They don’t believe
They’re falling.

Then the first kiss
Passionate, lustful, quick, or slow,
They want more right away.
It doesn’t matter anymore,
They’re in love.
Her kiss is pure bliss,
She’s taken their breath,
And with it their heart.