Pretty piece of flesh

		I follow her through the evening with my eyes -
		Taking in each facet,
		Each part of her personality -
		I adore from afar.
		Our eyes meet
		Only a few times -
		She is a modest beauty -
		Never alone,
		But with more to her than a social face;
		Her eyes shimmer in happiness
		And her dress flows to match.

		I retreat to within
		And hide in my own thoughts
		Knowing that she will never come my way -
		She is not one to talk to a lone stranger
		When she is already surrounded by people.

		We may never meet again,
		But my heart is gladder for having known her face -
		Or is it simply more lustful?
		Looking and yearning for something 
		That I am not meant to have?

		God knows what my yearnings are -
		He also knows that what I need
		Is in Him
		And not in a girl -
		No matter how beautiful,
		No matter how Godly.
		It's all in Him first.
		Amen.