Her hair is slightly brushed by the wind over her right shoulder
All I see for I is the only color darker than dark
Until I noticed a line in a curve I assumed so her lips
They were curved so in the style I understood as a smirkish smile
I felt like moving but feared so if I did I would fall
I placed my right foot forward and proceeded with my left
I paused in wait of some reaction or gesture and received none
So I commenced with two more steps until there was only one left
Her features, rather some lines, became more defined
I could feel her breath so still give an air of mystery
Who are you? I wanted to inquire with burning question
I lost to her smile and hair which gave such a glinted glare
Not so much the glare of anger but a reflection
A reflection of me it couldn’t be
So I leaned in closer just to see
When I began to realize as I stumbled unto my knees
I heard the first words of her speech
“Follow me until you find yourself”
“Nothing will satisfy until you find you first”