He looked at her longingly
As the sunlight traced the lines of her face.
The distance in her eyes intriguing
Their depth a mystery to most.
Perhaps that is the attraction
And the reason it always fades.
There will always be something more
A part of herself
The world will never see.
For loving her is not a task for the meek.
It is only the bold,
Who shall ever truly win her heart.
In a life that’s breeds ordinary,
She will forever hold out for the extraordinary.