Failing Love Class pt. 1

Like Ice water she quenches my thirst.
Her Cold stare and smooth like glide jus chill the hottest sidewalks.
Her legs stand like thick pillars.
Holding up a structure so fine and gorgeous that it makes the Eifell Tower and Taj Mahal crumble in comparison.
Skintone like Brown sugar and Cinnamon spices mixed together. Sweet rich and decidant.

But besides these outward riches she still has so many expensive mental and spiritual treasures.
Her strong sense of self and love of life show through her every action smile and posture.
From the simple way she laughs carelessly at life.
Or the way you can tell that love for her is a fulltime job.
She shows her intensity for life through the way she sways her hips to the beat.
And to that incredible sparkle u see in her full beautiful eyes.

By now I think you noticed I'm consumed with this beauty like a junkie with Crack or Bush with Iraq.
But she don't know I'm here.
She don't know I think shes fly like 747's
Or that I think she's sweeter than Godiva chocolates.
She don't notice that I'm completely consumed with her candy apple hips.
Or captured by her full strawberry lips.

I cant get enough of this woman and her beautiful ways.
But I cant be big enough to take the risk on sharing this cause I know the fear of being shot down is ever so present.
See I don't appear on this beauty's radar screen.
A young, broke, overly soulful person with a heap of ambition, dreams and verve may not be her type.
And as much I wish for the picture perfect ending to the story where we walk off hand in hand in the sunset I know the truth is it probably wont happen.
So till the day comes when I get the confidence to look past this wondrous full bodied Goddess and just easily tell her how much she moves me. Imma just be here waxing poetic about her.

Now I know you think me a fool for not trying.
But Love isn't my best subject in this school called life.
I don't feel like failing again.