Grasping the Pearl

She gives me an enchanting glare

            So I ask politely, why do you stare?

                        Her skin is as clear as a porcelain doll

                                    I narrow my eyes, she’s trying to stall!

                                                She looks down, her eyelashes are long!

                                                            So I thoughtfully ask her whatever is wrong?

                                                She doesn’t speak, yet her eyelashes are reflective

                                    So I stalk towards her, and like a detective

                        Look into these glimmering globes

            Then down at her perfect robes

Every fold and crease is unique and neat

            She’s so breathtaking I took a seat

                        “Who are you?” I whisper with ease

                                    The girl walks away calling back, please!

                                                If I told you I’d cloud you mind

                                                            She runs away leaving an astonished me behind

                                                                        But before she’s completely out of sight

                                                            She speaks, giving me quite a fright

                                                “Silly lady, can’t you see?

                                    I’m only who you want

me

to

   be.”