As I set my eyes upon her face.
She smiled, she moved with fleeting grace.
And I've set detectives on the case.
That thing of beauty, no one can trace.
Her dainty movements, her swaying dance.
Every move, every look, leaving me in a trance.
Meet her, find her, if only I had the chance.
I just hold memories of that pristine glance.
The epitome of walking beauty.
Hair dark as a chimney- sooty.
That face with the eternal glow.
Flawless complexion, fair as snow.
Every astounding, striking pose.
Deep red lips just as petals of the rose.
Wonder, longing grows and grows.
Where she's gone, now, no one knows.
I dream of her when I sleep.
Her hazel eyes, meaningful & deep.
I'll find her, she'll be mine to keep.
Until then, memories just seep.
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