She

I saw God in her smile. I saw God on her tongue, I saw God in her her eyes, the way they blinked, and how she moved from Fable to fact, I saw art in every bit of her body and I wondered if I could ever merge my soul to her's. the way her dress moves like water at the wind, her chestnut hair, it's not lust I'm feeling, beyond. I loved her to the point where I really wanted to be a man just for her to accept my love for her if only I were a man, I'd be able to feel her love, instead of an absent, fleeting glance.