Senorita ...

A golden stream of light
gushes in, mild and bright.
Her eyes by the window,
dither aimlessly, in quiet.

Locks, tender and curly
tease her from time to time,
they keep falling on a face
that's in its radiance prime .

She is a broad nubile.
The elegance isn't facile,
a touch playful and alluring,
soothing, but not docile.

Ballerina ! Of my dreams,
she waltzes to a tune serene.
The finesse of her nimble feet ?
Sublime, I have always seen.

Hours come, and pass by,
she waits with a zest anew.

Don't know for whom you wait,
but Senorita ! This is, for you.