Intellectual Mystery 59 Lines

I see this woman and to the world she is the perfect fit,

Youd never know a day in your life she struggled tat for tit,

She may not struggle afterall as looks can be decieving,

But I guess in the end, seeing is believing,

Happy I'd be if i were here significant other,

Or at her request temporary lover,

I dont know the depths of her intellect, but fascinated am I,

Wondering, what is in that mind of hers that seems as infinite as the galaxy sky,

Such a lovely face and even lovlier smile,

Gentle charm she carries all the while,

Never one to say too much except hello and a thought here and there,

Clouded in mystery there must be a soul there somewhere,

But lips locked tight you wont find much unless you imply,

She meanwhile sleeps peacefully as the bus goes on the fly,

Like an angel who comes to and fro so does she on the bus in the city of peace,

We know not where she came and where she travels 1 hour and fourty mintues past thrice,

And the bus driver, he is fond of her, yes, she has caught his attention,

Makes me wonder if some of those songs he sings are for her ears to seek intervention,

And who wouldnt be, for she indeed is beautiful,

The kind that is hidden where the eye cannot see,

Though the skillful know that she looks like the bookworm beauty,

Thats what crosses my mind as she crosses my path,

I the poet, she the librarian somewhere in a bubble bath,

Of books reading and reading away,

To learn who knows what for the day,

And she has a voice, a voice of song and joy,

Makes our friend the bus driver feel giddy, like a little boy,

I see in his heart what would happen if it were left up to him,

Like the seraphim who sing for God day and night so would he with her without end,

And like a beautiful bird who has a gift to tweet his or her voice,

So is the singing of the intelectual beauty, like a fine Rolls Royce,

An exquisite beauty we want to, but just dont know,

Im glad a light is in her that does glow,

As she walks in without warning and leaves outta sight,

In the birth of morning, death of night.