Beautiful Girl Poem by James Harris

Look there at that beautiful girl
The one with the sweet golden curls
I think she just shot me that look
I think she has me upon her hook.
Her subtle smile is like a dare
Her gaze says I need go over there.
Her laugh sings, gently through reddest lips,
Sweet like wine, how I desire those sips.
I want to caress her and tell her of love
Hold her close, as if I were her glove
Then to feel her sweet breath in my ear
Would melt my heart and remove all that fear
Allow me to go and talk with her for a start
And let her know she has captured my heart