It was a sweet summer breeze brushing on a delicate flower sight
It was the moon coming to its highest point, illuminating darkened skies
It was the rain pouring down on deserts dry
It was a bird elevating on his first flight
It was the sun rising on a winter night

There is nothing like which will ignite
What in me came about tonight

It was Magic,
That kiss.
Magic which only shows when it is love outright

He,
My White Knight.