The Stare.

She caught me staring at her again

I didn't realize that I was, my eyes were just lost upon her

It wasn't the first time, it won't be the last,

she is in fact, my favorite place to be lost.

Time stands still in those moments

Marveled by her beauty Im blind to the world around

I search desperately for the words to convey her magnificence so that she may, just once, see herself through my eyes.

Yet my words fall short of her perfection

her modesty leaves her unfazed by my compliments

She's oblivious to the heads that turn when she's makes an entrance

If she were a drug I'd sell everything I owned for one more fix, I'd overdose on her daily

She is my stairway to heaven

The only beauty to make my eyes rely on my heart to see it

She is the most beautiful part of me