step through the door she stared
pierce through my soul her glare
her iris averted my noggin asserted
the fibers of her complexion
stood smitten at her reflection
the essence of my affection
from her outwardly attraction
her steps articulate
her beauty composed
my lips with no words
my frustration exposed
a world of yearning
these thoughts concerning
that I still stand stifling...
through what could have been a blessing.