A Glance

From the second he saw her he could not take his eyes off of her. He had seen many beautiful women in his life, but never before a woman as beautiful as her. She overwhelmed his senses and made them ache from the intensity of her affect on him. He was lost in the spell of her; engulfed in her aura; swept away by her mystique. It was not just the stunning beauty of her angelic face, or her statuesque figure that arrested his heart and held him captive as he helplessly gazed at her. The ease of grace with which she unselfconsciously carried herself made him feel as if he was watching a fairytale princess come to life, or a nymph from the sweetest of waters. He thought to himself in his haze that even Lord Byron with all his eloquence, had he witnessed this miracle of a creature could not have been able to write a poem worthy enough of the beauty of her.