Ode to a Maybe-Wife

The girl looks out with a shadowed smile,
Black eyes to match the blackest moods
That fly away from each and every soul
At the moment their eyes embrace her own.
Strange girl, made from ideas and joy,
Whose presence recollects you to the sun.

Ah, and add to this I've never met her.
And suddenly the art of dancing
Finds my self now willing to explore,
With gleaming eyes and nerve-less arms,
With all the beauty of the world,
Including her.