It all started with her voice,
As it melted all his sorrows down,
And her giggle made his heart jump in his chest,
So much of an angel,
She popped in his head, making him to grin.
She's exactly like the moon,
For she calms his mind, driving off his worries.
She sounds like a melody,
That too a minstrelsy of beatitude,
Securing his soul each time she spoke,
She's what his heart sustained for all his life.
As if she was all that signified.
His heart bounded, as she looked at him,
And her gaze warmed his blood,
Drawing stars into his eyes,
While filling his belly with butterflies.
And with her every single act, she had him conking ,
Making him carry all that love to his surface.
A picture perfect face of a girl,
She's further of a woman to him,
One that's fashioned to be his mate,
And her bitsy pretty face says it all.
As if she was made to capture only his heart.
She's his fate, and he knows it.
She's a dove,
With the beauty of a serpent,
And she hold his heart in the palm of her hands,
As if she had the bewitchery of an elven,
Or perhaps that of an aging bloodsucker.
She casts a love spell to it,
Of course unintentionally, yet sensible
Of the potion her eyes hold.
Her heart is pure and warm as the sun,
And he made her his world,
The universe that revolves around him,
As he sees the spheres in her eyes,
And her face in the glowing moon,
And her beautiful smile fascinated his heart,
Beholding it till his eternity.
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