Gazing under the stars,
Rustles of the leaves,
Creating music with the wind,
Inviting me to dance.

The smell of fresh rain,
Bathe the leaves of baby grass,
Condensed water drips down,
Sparkling jewels glistening.

A plea of a playful boy,
with golden smiles of sunshine,
fearless as a chivalrous knight,
Beckons me to be his consort.

I grasped my little Prince's hands,
Bent down and got lost in his eyes,
Tenderly I touched his lips with mine,
Darling child, there's always the next time.