This girl is impossible,
Like the mornings recollection of a dream the night before, she haunts my mind in graceful strides and fades before I blink,
An ally of the sun for sure, and how they do conspire, illuminating curvatures what compliment her face,
Those golden threads of gosomer, obedient cascade, the locks upon her head agree to bend to artful hands,
Indecisive magic are the color of her eyes, from ocean blue to meadow green, their dance remains eternal,
And finally, from God himself, a voice that moves my heart, her songs would lyric stories while her soul would rise to speak.
This girl is just, impossible...
And yet I can't resist, friend or foe I'm still unsure, but my heart demands the risk.