Zesty
I'd rather see her from afar than not see her at all
Across the room, three tables down, her presence did enthrall
Captivating, dressed in black, stood out from all the rest
An air of quiet elegance, pure beauty did attest
With class and grace she walked across the floor and took her chair
And though I did not sit near her in spirit I was there
Charmed by her existence, soul aflood with zest
Whenever I would catch her eye my heart leapt in my chest
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