Surprise Morphs Into Love
Wearing innocence like a shawl;
her hair shimmers with golden rays.
And smells of misty morn dewdrops,
green meadows, and hot summer days.
Her presence taunts reality;
fueling fantasies and dreams.
Perfection is hard to achieve;
but it's easy for her, it seems.
Seducing my heart with a smile;
her aura shines like a beacon.
And her beauty's so surreal
all my inhibitions weaken.
In the presence of this angel,
my knees buckle, and I feel weak.
And yet, gazing into her eyes,
I muster the courage to speak.
When I open my heart to her,
she gives me a passionate kiss.
And my surprise morphs into love;
transforming my doubts into bliss.
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