Another

She marks my mind as ornament.
This re-awakes my pride,
But her life's living poetry;
Her stories funfair rides.

She flaunts that charm and intellect;
They greet you at the door.
For her, facts are but half-effect.
Be full?  You must explore.

As people meet in joyous times,
My eyes greet mind and form,
But wisdom I find behind grey eyes
Surpasses lines adored.

How does she make me feel,
and can I say I love her?
This young infatuation is
Made shallow by another.