She’s the First

She’s the first 
That turned my head
Not from thirst
Or even dread

Her eyes
And light hair
And nikes that size
Just a small pair

But her smile
And strict raiment
Led me quite awhile
To scratch cement

I thought her eyes strict
Looked too mascarered
They almost depict
A soul cowered

But not this one
Striding gracefully
Wishing to stun
Me victoriously

I walked the rows
Of corn where doves
Coupled grows
Union, who knows