Beauty In The Rough

[Lorenzo]

by: Albrando Lorenzo Salise Salvo Lucino Jr.


There she walks by the halls,
unbenownst to her,
her blonde hair flutters as the summer winds blow by

She turns,
offers a smile.
What can I do?

Return a smile.

My heart jumps in joy.
This beautiful lady that offers a gesture.

Her stride
her neck
her ankle so fair.

Her lips so red
Begs to be kissed.

But in conservative stride,
I walk past her, smile, smirk.
Containing,
ever so containing
the feelings of interest.

Till next time, lady.