Eyes glowing fleet with a sweet, tender smile,
Warmth ruffles my naïve heart, a spring bloom.
Red ringlets of blush tickle for a while,
Unfurling petals whisper, panic looms.

A veil over sight all is crystal clear,
My destiny is right in front of me.
You smile, a thousand memories appear,
Each steady step, one hand; love flutters free.

A puff of white hair, which you stroke gently,
Crinkled fingertips laced, a soft glow gleams.
Your eyes slowly trace my face differently,
Clouds of shyness and a scarlet blush beams.

If this were true love, judgment speaks of lies.
My lovely fairytale has no goodbye.