Random Love

With beauty sits in her eyes,
Blue as the true Aryans.
Around her I tremble,
With fear and embarassment,
Never knowing what to say next.

Her voice like that of a young childs,
Whispiring secrets and lies.
Innocence lost and regained
Through one look in her eyes.

Her beauty is pure to me,
This random love strikes me
With pain and fear.
But around her I am whole,
For this is no fear I feel.

Her angelic beauty has me mezmerized
And struck with compassion.
At first sight I encounter
This random love.