A glance, a smile, a turn of the head

A glance, a smile, a turn of the head,
Left a poor soul rooted, face so red,
His heart stopped and his breathing ceased,
His heart stolen and his breath taken.
His gaze followed the departing back,
His mind still shocked from the attack,
His legs started moving down the track,
His pace increasing with each step.

That smile so beautiful, the lips so full,
That glance with eyes gleaming so true,
That face so simple yet so charming,
What else could cause eyes to go wandering?
How is it he never noticed before,
All of these which he now only saw,
Beautiful she never was until this day,
When he saw her in a different way.

Sometimes, we are so used to things that we miss the little things in life that makes a difference. This was written really long ago (maybe 10 years) but I guess it still holds true today.