Her frame is caught in my heart
Her smile, a potion for my dark circles
That strand of hair flirting with her cheek
The urge to put it back in its place
Is maddening me.
My entire being gets lit
As she breezes past me
Words refuse to sit on paper
A fight for that perfect word erupts
To describe my love for thee.
This post is written as a part of A to Z Challenge in association with Blogchatter.