For a Woman I Do Not Name

Her eyes were the first thing I noticed

Not her breasts, her waist or even her hair

But her eyes that sparkled with questions

And could see answers when none were there

Her body so slim, her shape so delicately sharp

Her voice is so soft while her soul is so marred

I am nervous about what words I speak to her

For my body gets both so weak and so hard?

She told me what her name was that night

But I realized I had forgotten it by sunrise

Sure I had tried to be different and special

But in the end was just "one of those guys"

Perhaps one day she will see all the clues

Catch wind of my true desire and intention

But till then she remains an unfulfilled dream

While my love and yearning go unmentioned.