The Way She Looks…

I Know The Way She Looks
The Way She Talks with Eyes fixed Upon Yours
She Walks Tall & Firm giving Her Demeanor a Sense of Assuredness
Her Image is Imprinted in My Mind
But I can’t Understand Why I Hardly Know Her…
Yet Thoughts of Her Occupy a Good Portion of My Waking Life
So I’m Under Strife…
To Find Out what’s Up in Her Life
I Want to Know how She Feels
I Want to Know how She Thinks