The walls were of gray stone, each step 
a maze of black and white marble...my 
lady appearing- her every move as though 
it had been choreographed elegance 
in open display... she ascended each step 

Turning as she reached her summit 
a delicate smile warmly displayed upon 
her face she gracefully brushed back 
her dark auburn hair and in a brief 
moment her eyes met my own 

Frozen in a pendulous gaze, I became 
enveloped within emerald spun silk, 
the luminous filament her green eyes 
wove around my heart 

Desirous of speech yet incapable 
to render this passion play unfolding 
before my eyes I stood as in proxy 
of my own self... present yet stymied 
within my own amazement 

As if she had descended from a canvas- 
all of the world's foremost artists 
having gathered in one great hall 
to create a beauty so profound, my eyes 
now being made privy to the wonder of 
their hands 

In a sovereign yet subtle gesture she 
beckoned me to ascend the marble maze 
trembling within myself as I mounted 
each step...her eyes etching spun silk 
upon my heart.