The Beautiful Girl

The Beautiful Girl

There was once a beautiful girl

Who sat soaking up the sunlight.

Daisies danced just next to her,

Very much to my heart's delight.

Often her brown eyes, through

The crystal glasses would peep.

And little did she know her glance

Would venture into my heart, deep.

Every single sight of her

Spoke of a perfect romance.

She was aware too, in front 

Of her I stood no chance.

What's the point in facing 

A battle already lost?

But here's my heart, a warrior,

Surviving at any cost.

So when I mustered courage to

To admire her beauty once more,

There was no trace of her, while

Daisies stood still like never before.

Since then I've sought her beauty,

But I guess I'm just left behind.

And maybe that beautiful girl,

Was just a mirage of my mind.