The rants of the lonely

She passes before me, casting 

a bright light of confidence

And the way she walks,

like she can't wait to explore

I love the smile she has

it gives so much emotion,

excitement, wonder and the love

of the unconditional

She wonders why she draws 

men like months but

I have to turn away

sometimes, for I am drawn, too

How can I tell her that 

the reason for her glow

is not her shape and form

but the glow of her spirit?

This is not love just 

unconditional infatuation

This is not love, just

the rants of the lonely