There she goes the lady in peach.

A poem about the lady in peach

There she goes the lady in peach
She runs and smiles in the field.
The gentle breeze blows her hair,
The light illuminates her skin so fair,
The time as if has slowed so much,
I can only wonder how?
Maybe it's just my luck,
To have found you in a lovely sunny day
As you run through the fields,
With such beauty and grace,
I melt within, I hope she looked at me
With her face shining under the sunny ray.
Only if she knew of my existent
Maybe just a glance?
Only if I could reach.
There she goes the lady in peach.