As she walks,
Her feet ever so softly kisses the ground,
The sounds of her anklets rustling with the blades of grass below,
Reverberates a soft chime,
And in their chimes, they carry my heart away with her.

As she turns,
Acknowledging my unwavering gaze upon her,
Her lips manifest a tender smile,
And in the cusp of her shy simper,
She hooks my heart away with her.

And there it goes, my heart,
Paying no heed to it's masters beckoning,
For why would it?
As its master is already her slave.

Need not have I for another sunrise,
For she is my dawn and dusk henceforth.

Fret not do I of the harshest of winters,
For she is my ever-present spring henceforth.

She is, and forever shall be, my heart's keeper.