Her Silent Beauty

In the quiet of her presence, she stood,
Silent beauty, a tale untold, yet understood.
No words adorned her lips, just a gaze,
Leftward, seeking the arrival of the bus in the haze.

A stranger's beckoning, a call to me,
To bridge the silence and set her thoughts free.
As I tapped her shoulder, confusion in her eyes,
Directed towards the stranger, a quiet surprise.

"You look stunning," the stranger proclaimed,
A truth unspoken, a beauty untamed.
Her response, a simple "Thank you" with grace,
A subtle smirk, a glimpse of a hidden place.

Black hair cascading, a smile that gleams,
Beauty, her name, woven into dreams.
Standing still, in silence, yet not alone,
Embracing the moment, a beauty all her own.

Boarding the bus, her gaze drifted right,
Captivated by nature's canvas, a peaceful sight.
Pulling out a book, lost in its tale,
Yet, distractions lingered, a nature's unveiled.

A momentary lock of eyes, a fleeting glance,
Lost in contemplation, a silent dance.
As home drew near, she closed her book with care,
Courtesy adorned, a gentleman's fare.

"Thank you," she whispered, gratitude sincere,
Echoing my own, a connection clear.
Our paths diverged, yet in that fleeting phase,
Silent beauty, forever in memory's gaze.