Beholder

It's petite and plain
sporting no unblemished stain,
spotless from the worlds' disdain
is the virgin who caused my heart to faint.

There's no stories behind our meet
for usually I'll end up having cold feet
what more to open my mouth to greet,
stammering and breathless I'd feel indeed.

"Love is blind", so they say,
a truest statement in its own way,
liken where the beholder's eyes lay
a condition strangers will likely inveigh.