She was so beautiful standing there

I wanted to go to her so much

And tell her that she was beautiful

Oh, how the rays caught in her hair

And the sunlight played upon her cheek

The shadows danced in her movements

Delighting in her grace as much as I

For she was pure song there

I was witness to music being created

With every movement of her supple body

So sweet and soft, so pure and simple

It wasn't hard to follow her curves

My eyes traveled down her long neck

So pure and milky like moonlight

Around the slow curves of her breasts

The small indentation that was her stomach

Her rounded hips were pleasing

And I found them near perfect

But not totally for in perfection

There always lies imperfection

Maybe in their imperfection was perfection

And I saw it and followed her down

To her strong and curved legs

Which weren't too long or too short

She was beautiful, she was

And I watched her, wanting to love her

But knowing she probably wouldn't allow it

But as any man from a distance

I, too, admired her beauty

But I think only I could really admire it

And maybe, in my own way, desire it.