How inadequate are the words that come to mind
When trying to do justice to your kind.
You know your looks are those that people die for.
I know your looks are far, far from all.

No marble ever captured such radiant eyes as those
That adorn the sculptured innocence of the face I do behold;
And your body shows its age, but shouts its youth at me.
With every move and gesture – your beauty flaunted unknowingly.

An innocent spirited outlook on life, like yours I’d treasure,
If you’d only allow me time to share and enjoy that pleasure.
For like no other, I could help your spirit grow,
Through the love we, on each other, could, as friends, bestow.

When I look into and through those clear and confident eyes
Your false-bottomed, shallow stare fails to disguise
The depths within to which your spirit really goes –
The depths to which I’d reach if you would let go.

Your soft complexion aglow, with youth’s own spritely fire;
Matched by a jovial complacency, few teens ever acquire.
Hands firm and independent, but gentle in their caress;
My desire’s to take and hold them, and assure your happiness.

I’d take you as my lifetime friend, and let you see
Your many paths in life, and then I’d set you free.
You may prove your beauty’s deeper, far deeper than it seems,
For your spirit’s where your beauty lies, waiting for release.