A most exotic thing
A certain air of something
She walks in mystery
Her look is like none other
Her deportment wins the day
She's like a grand display of art
She takes my breath away

She has the way about her
Beyond mere style and grace
The charms of Aphrodite
In satins silks and lace
Her eyes reveal a longing
There's passion in her soul
I cannot speak in awe I stand
The half cannot be told

She has the way about her
Mere words can never say
The way I feel as she walks by
I watch for her each day
The high-light of my morning
She never looks my way
She'll never know how I view her
The sunlight of my day

She has the way about her
Too soon she walks away
Leaving me elated
Her presence yet remains
I often think about her
I wrote for her a poem
But she will never know it
The secret's mine alone

She has the way about her
Most men stop and stare
But she will never notice them
Or know that they are there
She's so far above us
Our looks don't mean a thing
But we will not forget her
We watch for her each day

She has the way about her
I don't even know her name
I think she is a goddess
Or some such wondrous thing
She's possibly an angel
A princess or a queen
She's got the way about her
The embodiment of a dream

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Penned by, Robert Madron

Florida

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