Beauty is common as another plain soul 

Fought back by minor shortcomings

Youthful, lustful eyes can’t see as such

Hair flowing like the beach waves behind

Dreamy as the stars seen on the horizon 

Her face, special in a way only I can feel

Friendly and soft-spoken, freely caring 

So close I could touch and speak

So far away completely out of reach

If I could go back I don’t know if I change

But the aftermath changed me.