Her visage glimpsed above a balustrade
And from a distance wonderment arose.
Enchanting, pristine character most staid,
Serenely dreaming, peaceful, at repose.

Perhaps she is not tranquil deep inside,
It might be true that passions roil within.
Her face may not reflect all she may hide
Repressed, unseen, proud fantasies therein. 

The two of us might share supernal glee,
Together we should seek romantic thrills.
Devotion offers hope we'll find the key
And knowing such as she always fulfills.

When lost within a dark night of the soul
Togetherness is all that makes life whole.