Rosey and Dan

She's 5.8 and weighs a 110 pounds, she has long blonde hair that pasts her shoulder. Her eyes are blue and he swears His never seen better. Her lips are pink and full and her cheeks are ever rosey. Her skin is as soft as cotton and sometimes he swears she glows brighter than the sun. Her smile is priceless and if he got just a glimpse his day will be perfect. To him she is perfect, and no one can ever compare. She smiles with her eyes and laughs with her heart. He adores every breath she takes, the first time he saw her he dreamt about her for a month. He tells no one about her or how she makes him feel. He is never late to school because every morning at 7:36 she walks to her locker to get her books. He stands from a distance and admirers her beauty. He still remembers the time she smiled at him. His heart stopped and he froze he couldn't curve his lip upwards to form a smile so he just stared and got lost in her beauty. She's not miss popular or has her nose up in the air, she's kind and gentle her voice is the softest and in his mind she is always running while. It's always in his mind the time he saw her cry, his heart dropped as the tears on her cheek fell. Her boyfriend cheated and she was heart broken, he wanted to hold and stroke her perfect hair but he couldn't because to her he was just another face, she doesn't know his name or remember the color of his hair, she doesn't notice when he look at her from a distance, to her she's he is just another stranger. He seen her been hurt by many, and it pains him dearly. He knows he could treat her right, spend his days loving her in and out. He dreams about reading her poetry and holding her hands, he dreams about her smiling in the sunset and how beautiful she would look when the light hits her eyes just right. He dreams about singing to her and kissing her forehead and telling her just how beautiful she is. He would do anything to make her smile, he loves her smile. He writes her letters and poetry and he knows she will probably never see them. But he still writes. About the way she looked in that pink dress or the time she did her hair up. She completes him, in every each way. She inspires him to be more, to be stronger to be wiser he feels he can never be worth of her. To him, her face is a reminder, she reminds him of joy and peace of hope and love. He pictures how life will be with her will be, "it will be so easy" he thinks, "she wouldn't have to fake her smiles or worry if i loved her back. She wouldn't need to wear makeup because she's looks flawless without it. She would never cry or feel insecure . I will give up anything for her". He stays up at night thinking if her boyfriend is making her laugh, if her boyfriend is holding her right. To him, no one can hold her the way she is meant to be held. She doesn't know just how special she is to him. She is the day and night, the only truth, the only one that will ever be, to him she is greater then life itself. He is unconditionally and absolutely in love with her. But she will probably never know, to her he is just another face in the crowd.