She glides over the ground like the

hawk in flight

Her face gives off a soft glorious light

Her eyes shine like diamonds in a ring

Her presence causes all hearts to sing

Such a young girl yet a woman is she

A wonder whose glory caresses me

Lips of ruby red, hands as soft as a doe

Causing my heart to cry out in woe

Gentile as the summer breeze on a sunny day

This girl can always get her own way

Blessings and love flow unto thee

Dream of love who art made into reality

Signed: The Wayfarer

Note: Between the ages of 13-15 I played arcade games at a particular place. One day this young man, a stranger to me who was often in the crowd, handed me a piece of paper with this written on it, in dedication to me. The first poem ever written to me, and quite frankly to this point in time, the only one to any length of this kind.  *The cave has something to do with my name.