She was swept along
the tide of his romanticism;
was she doubting her feelings for him?
Were they genuine love,
or merely infatuation, gratitude,
an acute sense of flattery,
faded in the brilliance of his
courtship: flowers, presents and songs
sung in his beautiful voice to her.
It was all too much for her;
irresistible, irreversible, she stumbled,
rushed, fell over into love.