''Stand clear of the closing doors please'',

Is a refrain that greeted travellers in the

Cold wintry breeze in busy Manhattan,

As they stepped into the cab on the subway.

Five feet six and weighing about one twenty,

Walked past me in the cold winter breeze

Of  New York City.I had just hopped off

The subway when my eyes beheld

This girl of my dreams walk past me.

As the lens of a camera captures its image

In an instant, so too I had managed to do.

They say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder,

So then, to make the adage true, this beholder

Beheld the beauty;five feet six and

Weighing about one hundred and twenty.

With the poet's eye  I can see beauty in every race,

In God's splendid humanity on this brown earth.

In her graceful cadence was the step of the New Yorker,

Her chic dress revealed that women are fashionable

Even in the winter  when the whitish snow

Falls from  the sky and fastens itself with deliberate intent

To the top of roofs and parked cars and sheets the streets

With the cold asphalt of  winter in January.

A multi-coloured scarf that fought to keep out the cold

And hide  the beauty of a slender neck that

Propped up  a head full of luxirious hair that a green beret

Tried in vain to cover.A beige long sleeved sweater peeped

Out from underneath a black winter jacket.

This was the girl of my dreams but did I dare?