Girls

The twinkle in her eyes, the curve on her lips.
That infectious smile and those gorgeous hips.

She looked at me from across the room.
But all around rotated slowly.
Like thread on a loom.

As she weaved me closer with those eyes.
That beautiful nose and that bow she ties.

Crowning her hair as it caresses her shoulders.
Her love stronger than the tallest mountain and it’s boulders.

But to lose her love is to fall from grace.
Leading to thoughts in kissing the cliff face.

The mountains strength that was second to her love.

Became his fate's end as he fell from above.