The Girl Garnished In Maroon

A poem inspired by someone that I'm crushing on.

In the corner.

Over there.

Sits the woman.

At whom I stair.

Her lustrous brown hair falls beneath her shoulders.

Her eyes glimmer like the moonlight.

Her teeth escape when she smiles.

They're all straight, and moon-white.

She stands tall.

Wrapped in the maroon dress.

She takes the floor.

Nearer to me; she begins to press.

My palms become sweaty.

I am captured.

The feeling of being love struck.

A love-stricken rapture.

Her beauty explodes in the room.

I lose her in the crowd's laugh and a jeer.

Chills strike through me.

She's whispering in my ear.

With a smile of assurance, she asks,

"Would you like to dance?"

I take her hand and shrug, and although I could barely move,

The girl garnished in maroon was worth a chance.

Author's Note

What do you think?

Reviews

[David]

This is cool.It's got a great structure,it uses actual imagery & it's not a massive downer.I like how you can turn a phrase,"Nearer to me; she begins to press".