She

The enigma called "woman" from a man's perspective. I have tried and may be I have failed miserably.

I remember Her light and quick footsteps, Her shoes, Making a soft staccato As she hurried Down the marble stairs;

Her hair, Midnight blue, alluring, Watered silk Reaching her waist;

Her slender form, Pleasant and yet disturbing; Her gait, Easy but captivating;

Her voice, Soft, melodious, enchanting;

Her laugh, A merry tinkle, Clear and contagious;

Her smile, Lit up her eyes, Absolutely bewitching;

Her eyes, Warm but mysterious, Black pools Of fathomless life;

I can Hear her footfalls Not quite Disguised by the carpet;

The whiff Of her exotic perfume;

As I Turn a corner, I feel Her soulful eyes Staring at me;

Her laugh, Merry yet sad, Echoes, Down the hall;

She has Created a new dimension Between My dreams and reality;

She Haunts me still ’