Georgia Lynn
Sunlight,
Her hair
I can't explain
What she does
How I feel
Incredible.
Just to sit and
Talk...With
No other.
An expectation,
No expectations.
My heart beating
For no reason but
To smile.
Smile...Her face...
Is a radiance of light, not perfect,
Yet so perfect.
But those eyes
Look
To
Me.
Why?
I Don't know...incredible.
That's what I remember.
Her look...to look.
A room...radiant yet again...with her presence,
Just to be
Is all I see.
I wish I could tell you.
By: Matt Mitchell
Email: infchaos@aol.com
