You were always beautiful, you know
With your Dark brown eyes and always parted lips
Your eyes held such warmth but it was always behind the cold
You're barely tamed hair, matching your eyes
Your voice was like velvet to me, so smooth and deep
You were like a statue, looming above me, but it was like shade from the too-bright sun
Your skin was the colour of buttermilk, so beautiful and smooth
You look like you were carved from marble
You had the best smile, crooked like there was always a hidden joke or thought behind it
I have never seen you laugh, not really
It's so sad.
I wanted to make you laugh
Your figure was perfection, ha your still such a tease
Your walk was my favourite though,
I always see you in front of me!
With your too-narrow hips and sashay type walk...
Your so masculine, but dear, your walk was the opposite
It was like a cat slinking through the night, sexy but at the last minute you would trip,
And I would vibrate with laughter
Your hands, your hands are an art form of their own
Long and slender, but that didn't matter
You play the most beautiful things with those creatures
Running along countless keys and strings
But its sad, its such sad beauty when you were trying to play those things
I didn't feel one ounce of emotion, I suspect neither did you, not a real one
It was a book without characters, a sentence without words
At least before I could watch from afar
your so lost,
Bonne nuit Belle, you said to me, you never even spoke french!
Vous tromper...
But you still made my whole body tingle with adoration,
For you
I just know it.
It never progressed further than an exchange of words
maybe i'm the tromper