Captivated by eyes
one never sees,
Touched by hands
unable to hold,
Possesed by beauty
only held within
those eyes who see
her,
For those who shape imaginations,
pretend, see what they
want their eyes
to see,
Excuses, the mind
creates excuses, lies
a way to place the blame
on, something or someone
else other than their own weakness.
And amist
from all cloaked,
by an ora of heated
magic for which none
can explain,
The White Lady,
and with on touch,
She can break your
soul in two.