Wildfire
I saw you from a distance,
your hair as bright as flame,
dressed in Gothic black,
I didn�t even know your name,
Tall and willowy figure,
Pale, smooth skin seemed to glow,
Eyes that drew me into their secrets,
It didn�t matter what I didn�t know,
I spoke to you once or twice,
yet still mesmerized by my desire,
shy except that beauty made me bold,
I longed to touch your hair of fire,
Raven corset and long ebony dress,
you seem to have stepped from a dream�
one of night and sorceress�s power,
Red and black and pale as cream,
The perfect colors of the realm of dark,
and the most beautiful pallet to me,
I shook my head in wonderment,
Could you be an illusion or fantasy?
You smiled at me with crimson lips,
and followed close behind as I lead,
inviting you to come see my friends,
but meaning �come join me� instead,
I thought I sensed your coy flirtation,
and later was told that you like women,
It was a hope by then grown cold,
as I dreamed of what might have been,
For your girlfriend came pulling you away,
at first I didn�t know it was she,
who you had devoted your sentiments to,
For I was hoping it could be me,
She was short and dumpy and plain,
seeming unworthy of your radiance,
But the heart follows a strange course,
and doesn�t heed to guidance,
My hopes were dashed against the truth,
as hand in hand off she lead you,
Out of my life, never to be seen again,
but often burning in my thoughts anew,
So I was robbed of your splendor,
an never had my chance,
to give you all the praise you deserve,
the wine and roses of romance.
Like an ephemeral vision of an ideal,
you vanished without a trace,
Leaving behind only the memory,
of your charms and empyreal face,
The Elven grace of your movement,
and your otherworldly allure inspire,
in a poet�s soul to raise laudation,
of your hair and spirit, free as wildfire.