One Hit Wonder

When the air of love
enters a room
its her sweet traveling scent
like flowers in bloom.

Oh, how I'd love
to run my fingers through her hair.

But I do not dare, do not dare,
feel the warmth of her skin
if she stood near.

So my heart it shatters,
only seconds after its pitter and patter.

I can only imagine,
how delicious her lips taste,
how soft are her curves, how long love takes.

Sadly, I must say,
the kisses blown will miss her.

They dance throughout the sky
and not upon her face.