When she walked past me

Along with the wind,
I sway and think of her,
I think of how she walked past me,
Her coat lined with soft fur.

She smelled of a sweet scent,
Her lips were rose red,
Her rosy pink cheeks,
She walked like she had a crown on her head.

She had pale but fresh skin,
Big eyes that had a shine,
A light so beautiful,
I wish it was mine.

With her gentle fingers,
She stroked her soft blonde hair,
She looked at me and smiled,
To speak to her, I would not dare.

As gracefully as a peacock,
She walked past me,
She made me sit frozen,
With her youthful beauty.