Like a precious flower
of the early morning she comes
smelling as sweet as the dew
that touches each blade of grass
with hair as beautiful as sunshine
the first sun of spring

with eyes as simple as rain
as true as the blue sky
her smile beams beauty
she is perfection but I won’t move
across a crowded room is close enough

(from “Part One: A Young Man”)

The last line perfectly ushers us in to part two…