A lonely heart is an abandoned sight
Until a red stranger breaks the event;
Her sounds shall have birds that rove,
Then she will realize, she is in love.
In the corners of her dislike and doubt
Admirations grow fonder and stronger;
Love then became smart, tall and slender
White eyes, so cute, with a gentle look.
Wishing she wasn’t a sophomore student
Maybe he would have perceived her instinct,
Like an apple, she hope to be ripe for him
Songs with sweet melodies and so is hymn.
Out of the blue, by the ruby mistletoe,
Love walked up to her, on a fragile toe;
Though with hesitancy and shyness at first
But he was brave, kind, sweet and smart.
They started with, hello and hi, by the street
And the rest introductions turned history;
Love published a chapter, of her story
Writen by words he passionately altered.
Now everydayness is a feeling of love presence,
And those sweet words that took off her fence;
For the very day she instantly surrendered!!
Was the day, she realized, she was in love.