Curly hair

I come down the stairs. Open the door and freeze. There she is, a gorgeous,beautiful and young girl I have never seen before. I, in my buzz about her, overhear a faint introduction of my mom as I shook her hand. As I get a chair and sit down all I can think of is her.
Those big penerating brown eyes and her sweet soft face framed in her long curly deep black hair.
I try my very best not to be too obvious, but how can I? I'm so overwhelmd I actually go for a walk. Just to think and calm my self down. When I come back I'm glad she's still there.
Every glance of mine is answered with a faint smile and flick of her hair. I'm in seventh heaven. And I don't even know her.