THE VOICE OF A POET

I met a girl, On a hot,humid afternoon in the African Savannah, She floated into my sight in a haze, As if the afternoon heat had set my heart ablaze, With flames of passion that left my mind in a daze, Leaving me to only stare and gaze. I met a girl, On a hot, humid afternoon in the African Savannah, She had this exquisite slender frame, Dainty and delicate like that of a porcelain doll, Her smile was so beautiful that when it came, I suffered a dizzy spell and almost took a fall. I met a girl, On a hot, humid afternoon in the African Savannah, Her spell-binding beauty set my soul at ease, Basking in the warmth of her glow in total bliss, Her enchanting eyes twinkled in a playful tease, Leaving me wishing that I could steal a kiss. I met a girl, On a hot, humid afternoon in the African Savannah, She was the image of a fairy tale Princess, Beautiful and graceful with a skin so flawless, Her smile lit up her face and left me breathless,

I am mesmerized and dazzled, paralyzed and hypnotized, By this angelic apparition who has monopolized my attention, She smiles at my romantic declarations and undying love confessions, Blushes with appreciation at my romantic professions. I am mesmerized and dazzled, paralyzed and hypnotized, By this scintillating Princess who's smile renders me defenseless, Awestruck and speechless in the aura of her presence, Tongue-tied and witless under the spell of beauty so flawless. I am mesmerized and dazzled, paralyzed and hypnotized, By her aura of composure and spell-binding posture, Her confidence so pure even in the glare of exposure, Her step so sure the grace enchanting like a brilliant hue of azure.   © Patolyer 2014