Tilly

Tilly is more beautiful than all of France.
I never knew her.
But I saw her.
She was the first thing I ever loved that way.
I never knew her.
But I saw her.

In the heart of Paris
She traipsed down the sidewalks,
And I couldn't believe my heart
When I saw her smile.
A butterfly passed me by
Right at the moment it happened,
And I knew she was more beautiful
Than anything I'd ever known before.
Don't ask me how I know her name
For I could never tell you
What I have found, however
Is that it doesn't matter.

Tilly is more beautiful than all of France
I never knew her,
But I saw her.
She was the first thing I ever loved that way.
I never knew her
But I saw her

In the simplest of photographs
She wore her sunglasses
And tilted her delicate chin
In a way I'll never forget.
The light shining just right,
With the background slightly blurred
And her blues eyes not quite in view,
But ever glowing
And closed so gently
Don't ask me how I know the color of her eyes
For I could never tell you.
What I have discovered, though,
Is that no one may ever know.

Tilly is more beautiful.
More beautiful
Than any piece of France
That you shall ever see.
I never knew her,
But I saw her,
And that was enough
To convince me.