Graceful hands and legs, clumsy like a newborn lamb,

Beautiful to see, heart filled with glee,

She glides across the floor.

Pianist's hands reach for things, angels wings, she wishes she could sing,

But that is not her talent.

Talented quiet heart, that's her art, she always thinks before she says.

Thought before action, is her reaction,

and I'm almost thankful,

 

Thankful for thoughtful response, but aching for what's truly on her heart instead of whats duly well-considered, I wish she would say what she feels.

 

It doesn't matter, she brings me Nerds.

 

Truth be told, not outwardly bold, she keeps a lot inside.

Clumsily graceful she glides through life,

 

never causing strife,

always brightening her path.

 

Sneaky laughter, hidden beneath her hand. She looks at me from one eye hidden behind a bang,

 

She bit my lip.

 

Wonderful heart, I wonder why shes alone.

 

Maybe because no one deserves her.