A Poem

Admiring From Afar

To adore a wave of splendor 

As cast by the breeze upon yon field 

Is to gaze upon that which captivates 

My mind to an incredible degree. 

Taste and affection will yield 

When eyes are drawn; albeit my heart, 

In hasty chastisement, baulks within me. 

But perhaps that is the purpose 

Of my absent mind 

Constantly wandering to you. 

Perhaps I am meant to afar admire

Avoiding the melting of emotional mire.

Maybe I'm made to skip a heartbeat 

Upon your face: slim, smiling

Upon your character: kind, calling. 

Upon a corona of gold, 

Crowning eyes that are deeper than life;

Perhaps I am meant to get lost in them.