We stared without words. I was lost in your eyes. A connection without words. Not fabricated with lies. The joy of heaven shone uncomplicated. Without need for St. Paul to convince me. Nor did I need the code of Da Vinci. Now one less tear in my heart. A rose petal taken the spot. Hard to pluck it was not. Through alluring eyes I saw the soul of a saint. Though pretty as a picture. This girl, Leonardo himself aint worthy to paint.