Art of words

Words to my eyes,
I love who I see,
I stare at her like gazing at a font,
Because it is rare to see such beauty,
The kind of beauty seen on front covers,
So far all I know is her name not even her phone number,
I wonder if I should use drumbeats or blow horns as a means of communication,
Maybe get close to her,
And not getting her cross,
Though it is no rite,
Even tides alter the sea level.

Double_O Franklyne.