He glanced her face, a don of arts flair
and then his cheeks pinked in flush
her dimple's tweak, awed her heart in merry
he thought of promising love bound to the horizon
and linger in her hug at the height of the Himalayas
but then he held her little pinky
and danced her love to the fall of peaches
while hoping their love would never set, and if then in the bloom of pink
©lewteb
L