Her beautiful face, expressive emotions
Her grace and the hair in motion.
She looked so beautiful in her own way.
As I went she filled me with moments,
Moments so beautiful,
That you would want to embrace it again.
The world it seemed so different,
So much quite as if there were no pain.
And the she it was the mountain.
It never commented on my looks,
On my attitude and on my books.
The only voice that came out
Was of air breezing around as I flew
Like what i needed she already knew.
And as I went she she waved me off
Again with her refreshing breeze
Which brushed her hair and carried her smell
And I could feel,
The moments had extended the crease.