Her Bow is Blue
Romance commenced with quiet strolls,
with pleasing smiles, to ball commits.
There’s a tango of scented souls.
Ascent of a fantasy spritz.
Bright pretty skies; her bow is blue.
This coolish day, with yellow rays.
Serenity; a splendid view;
slight freckles and her hair ablaze.
Fresh air frenetically vaults
with sweet talk like a lullaby.
The pitter patter of hearts’ waltz.
Affair tonight - a gown, black tie.
He’s snazzy in black, shiny shoes.
The stars and moon! More so, her blues!
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