I broke the glass window, jumped off the brick wall,
To get a mesmerised glimpse of her, that was all.

Her kohl eyes told a story never heard before,
Deep enough, sea would be appropriate to call.

The arc of her lips represented crescent moon,
Her beaming, sweet smile making it easy to fall.

I fail to take my eyes off her gorgeous, cute face,
In her praise, every fine adjective appears small.

Her presence alone fills and consumes the room such,
She is in focus, everything else blurs like pall.

My expressions and gestures about her are clear,
Will she ever sense my feelings, will her eyes stall?