The One

The One

Endless source of inspiration
Her beauty without peers
To hold, to touch, ever the temptation
Heart beating faster as she nears

If I touched her would she be
Like the reflection in a lake?
Would her features be blurry to see,
Her beauty lost in each wake?

If I caressed her, would she be
Like a painting so masterfully drawn?
Would The Artist’s vision be lost to see
Smeared and chaotic, displaced and wrong?

If I kissed her, would she be
Cold and frozen as winter morn’s frost?
Rigid and unyielding, refusing to see
That I am in her beauty completely lost?

If I dared to take her hand
And from this pedestal help her down,
Would she beside me forever stand
Or turn and walk away without a sound?