She Has No Idea Poem by RHODVICK LUSENO

She walks into the room like it's no big deal,
Just jeans and a laugh, but the way I feel
You'd think the sun had learned to shine
A little warmer, just for her time.

She brushes her hair like it's nothing at all,
Doesn't see how the world seems to stall.
Eyes like storms that never knew rain,
She smiles, and I forget my name.

She has no idea, not the faintest clue,
What her presence quietly puts me through.
She thinks she's plain, just passing by
But I've seen galaxies in her eyes.

She laughs at compliments, shrugs them away,
Says she's a mess, "not pretty today."
But even in shadows, or first morning light,
She's the soft kind of magic that steals the night.

She hides from mirrors, not sure what I see
But I wish she could stand here as me.
'Cause if she knew what her beauty could do,
She'd never doubt what I know is true: