Love At First Flight
Basking beauty in the cascading moonlight.
I had to glance twice at this eerie sight.
In the distance, I saw your face,
Pretty as a picture, trimmed in lace.
Born a Queen, I'd be loyal to your dynasty,
Humbly committed, eternally, to your majesty.
Emerald eyes glow gleaming stares,
Excitement within, ignites like flares.
If I were the sun, and you the flower,
Rains would surrender submissive showers,
Afraid to wither your tender, serene lips.
I, the sun, would kiss your pedals, every tip.
Chestnut champions interlace through your hair.
With reins of silk, majestic faces united in stare.
Your nose, their reminder, warning, or hint,
Not to get lost in the aroma of your beauty's scent.
Tropical star drops chase after your every step.
My heart, a gift I offer, yearning to be kept.
Swirls of laughter embrace your very being.
Never knew wonders like you,
Existed,
But seeing is believing.
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