Stroking her hair gently,
the breeze ruffles the hair.
As she turns around, her face sparks of divinity.
Beauty can be an illusion,
yet I feel drawn towards her like magnet
Her angelic smile symbolizes the perfection of beauty made in heaven.
I am longing to walk up to her,
a power is fettering my steps.
I stand paralyzed, unable to make a move to tell her, ‘Her beauty captivated my mind and soul.’
The time I recover my senses,
she is long gone like dust out of thin air.