My Dark and Lovely

A mystery he is to her
She eyes him on the grounds as he does his doings
Graceful
Light Paced
A soul made of smiles

Her majestic black stallion
As prim as he is
He carries an ambience of tranquility and mystery
And every time she sees him
A burst of nerves erupt
A tingle of excitement drips
The feeling of smiling freezes in her thoughts
She is paralyzed by his being

Her tendency of being a fearless social butterfly is now stationary
She cannot gain the courage to even whip in some oxygen
Her friends lay it down for her to stop sweating
And start saying the mere thought of approaching him stops
When she thinks of how she will even greet him

A never-before feeling of sweet kindergarten nerves
All she can do is lay there and think of this black stallion
Think of his whimsical voice
His charming stride along the daily rushed pathways
His constant detached feel from the world's chaos
And worries dear dark and lovely
How she wishes to merely just say Hi to him...