I saw her face for the first time
on a day when the wind itself decided
to play among the streets of London
I was looking from the inside out
hills and valleys shaped my skin
and all I could do was stare and look
away from there I fled to another
scene of sunkissed reasons to move
to California.
Later when all went quiet I found
myself in a mirror staring at her
once more with different eyes
seeing what she could not
possibly know about herself as
I challenged my thoughts I took
a walk in the park down my street
where local dogs walk their owners
insisting they exercise.
After some time I returned to the
sanctury of my soul so revived
I sat down once more recalling her
on a piece of paper I spoke out loud
"You are beautiful"