The Unknown Beach Gal

I saw her on the beach,
while walking towards the sea.
She was in a dark black dress
and in a jeans bought at Lee.
Her kinky hair was all wet
as breeze played songs for them.
The sun seemed glowing only for her
and her face brighter than gem.
She was looking down below
endlessly at grains of sand.
It was the moment that I saw her,
coiffing her hair with her hand.
Her lively eyes were lined black
and she had a gentle blush on her face.
My heart turned poetic,
overwhelmed by her grace.
She had her own little ways
to define the word ‘feminine’.
It was her honey dipped beauty
that looked so divine.
I wondered what she was thinking
and what was going in her mind.
I wanted to talk to her but thought,
‘what reasons I could find’ ?