Never have I seen a halo burn so bright the stars the sun she outshines their light I approach, I enchroach, slow just so I can sit and watch the show she performs with grace, makes my little heart beat with haste, and she never even knows.

The burning fire in her eyes the wanting of such a majestic prize such as she, but on approach do I ask for my dance? Nope.
So I sit and stare while the other boys glare.

No man should behold her beauty not and any who harms her should forever rot for she is a queen, a woman, a goddess!
No man should decline the option to possess her heart, her soul, her passion, who knows. . .

But I as I sit and watch I think and ponder the thought that such a beatiful flower such as she Would ever love a garden trampler like me.