Her.

I stand and stare at her.

I stare into her eyes,

I stare at her lips,

how her freckles seem to be

perfect.

I fall into her eyes.

Her perfect brown eyes. 

I am swimming in her words.

I am swallowed by her voice.

I just stand and stare.

At her perfect figure.

At how she holds herself.

She is beautiful.

Her hair is a warm chestnut.

It cascades over her shoulders

and sits 

perfectly.

I stand and stare 

and I am captivated by

her beauty,

her everything.

I am stunned by her 

confidence,

her humor,

and just herself.

I stand and stare at

her.

Reviews

[Mel Jayne]

Nice Poem! I really liked this and I think that its really beautiful.