Unspoken words

The first time, runs a strain
In my veins, unsung remain
Very strange, I am in pain
Stand all alone without gain
Fork colored hair lay bare
In forbidden secret stare
Waist wide, legs are short
Eyes bright, face is broad
Say, “Ok”, ever ready to go
Stands ahead, ready to bow
There is no question of denial
Surely succeeds, in every trail
Half-open mouth, odd smile
At once, arrest you in a guile
Amiable and amicable nature
Silly and shy, bold in stature
It’s somewhat difficult to end
Her plentiful merits to blend
Smelling soul in the rhyme
Nor I have space and time
So, I let the door wide open
To say the words unspoken.