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Admiration
The most beautiful girl you'd ever see,
Would have fifteen years of when she'd be,
She'd start off at where you would think,
Atop the bloom of a saint's rose,
Admired from her head to toes.
Forced to then live in a proud ditch,
A valley per say, one could admit,
This valley was not of monotony,
Nor of hypocrisy,
Just not to be matched,
Was it, to her beauty.
Her closest relatives were fine,
But they were not best,
Close to her, was a cousin,
She adored her above the rest.
But it seems it won't suit,
That this angel live here,
When a humble admirer,
Was forced to live elsewhere.
He didn't know what he'd missed,
But once he had seen,
He couldn't be satisfied,
And was forced to resist,
As hard as he tried,
He'd always felt attraction,
Even at their first meet,
But was forced to resist,
For this wasn't his time,
He couldn't insist,
Just not the right time,
So he'd have to watch,
And he'd have to wait,
Forced to admirer,
And she'd do the same,
Patience is nice,
And they both had that trait.
