When I see you, just sitting;
Your eyes, distant, unregistering;
Your face set firm, but strangely lucid;
I feel your thoughts.
Your delicate face, framed
By the ebony of your hair.
The gentle tone of your skin;
Smooth as fine ivory.
Your eyes deep and dark,
But with an inner flame
That torches bright, high;
A fire of spirit, cloaked,
In a shroud of innocence.
You're beautiful.
Yes I see you, just sitting;
Your mind distant, oblivious.
But you show, I see, I know just why;
And I share your thoughts.