I saw her there,
Standing quietly
Under the soft, flickering glow
Of a streetlight.
Her skin, pale as cotton,
Contrasted sharply
With her dark, gothic attire
And hair blacker than
A raven’s wing
In the dead of night.

She was petite,
With delicate features
That hinted at a secret—
The kind a fairy
Or pixie might hold.
Though I had places to be,
Her gentle smile and curious gaze
Kept me rooted.

Courage appears
When you need it most.
In that moment,
I had to know her name.
But in a world so jaded,
How could we tell
If either of us
Wasn’t just playing
A trivial game?

As my throat tightened,
Her smile widened,
Perhaps a silent invitation—
And every part of me
Hoped it was true.

Since that night,
When Cupid’s arrow
Struck us both,
Our lives have intertwined,
Filled with light and laughter,
Along with untimely tears.
A love once doubted by many
Has grown stronger,
Thriving through the years.