Pier Girl Of Dreams Poem by Youssef Tarek Mnsr

I see her there,
standing by the pier,
When the air blows into her hair,
I could stare at her for a year

Her eyes were far apart
and her hair was a mess
her smile wasn't that great
As you can tell,
she wasn't that big of a bless

It's not the outside,
It's the inside
It wasn't her dress,
nor was it her name, Jess

What's inside is what mattered to me
It's her kindness, her love
she's the best that their could be
I could go on,
the list is long
It could be a song
of angels and swan

I can't stop thinking about her,
her personality and her care
for all the beings in the world,
there's no one to her compare