Her

The one who got away

Hair clad to her shoulder
As winds whistle taunts growing colder
Oceans swirling in her eyes' tidal haze
Holding steady her stormy gaze

Dress hugging her cloud soft skin
As her pearly whites shimmer in her grin
Smiling wide as she takes my hand
Heart thumping my chest like the parade's band

Parading through her eyes the emotions flutter
Protesting my words to a mere stutter
Her lips plant seeds of affection on my face
Where the tingling of her hand takes its place

My skin warming like a fire lit
Warming even the deepest of my heart's pit.
But even then the small tears from my eyes plunder
Knowing that I can never tell her.
Three words engraved on my tongue,
too good to be true,
To look in her eyes and say, 'I Love You'