Taken.

On this random day and exploring at random I was,
   In this random and endless space of people I was.
I find her, with a speck of fortune, that's you my lady,
   And oh did I get taken, and 'twas you who took my breath away my lady.

I wondered what it was about you, inclined to analyze as is this weird mind of mine,
   Was it they those heavenly eyes that had me mesmerized?
Or was it your lovely hair the color of wine that run down your skin that shined?
   Or was it your pretty lips that glistened as do dew drops on leaves on a moist morning?

They say, well, that the beholder's eyes is where lies beauty,
   And yes I agree with 'em, with my smitten heart I do.
And although beauty is common, yet this beauty of yours is unique my lady,
   Unique as is that of her...the Mona Lisa and her smile my lady.