The Silent Girl

I look at her from the seats              She's silent; yet, has so much to say                                                        Her voice lost to the moment   The white rose that she wears  Flowing outward to surround her    Hair just like a seahorse              Her nose crinkles at the smell of cologne                                           That glides on the air in the room  Looking to the side, she sees me  The thought of me being there comforts her                             Pearls show from her mouth While big lips outline them              A shoulder made for others to learn on                                            Yet, never fully confides with anyone                                        Except me                                      Size has no limit when it comes to her mind                                          With will power, her voice    Returns and speaks steadily, just as her artist hand                         She looks back at me again, knowing her                                       I know her love is meant for me