Fickle Minded Romeo

Rushing down the stairs, I stood there slowing my pace

A glimpse of your face, with the breeze decorating your hair

I see that you are already looking at me, managing a smile.

Though it took a while, you eventually smiled,

With your arms folded standing there across the wall,

You are looking down, blushing! My beautiful doll.

Are you shy? I can’t believe what I am seeing,

I have craved for this moment. Am I dreaming?

My heart is flying, as I stand in delight.

And I take my first step into your world, take me inside.

As we talk and I see your face illuminate

It’s hard to not look, cause you are so filled with grace

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