Fickle Minded Romeo

Updated: Jul 6

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 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.

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