Wherever you go
All eyes follow you
Your swinging gait
Your lovely hair
Your charming smile
Sparkling hazel eyes
Demanding all take note
As that charming lass
Passes by
Heads easily turn
Following her every stride
Who then will be
The lucky one
To take her heart
All await her favor
All await her choice
That she alone must make
Until that day though
Her charm lives on
In the hearts of all
Who dare conquer her.

Herbert Holzbauer
© October 2000