Wind blows her hair black silky and long
Smiling on bright red cheeks of blush
Walks in speed with hands on feet
Her eyes meet his and lock into love
Touch sweet tongue sour with bitter taste
While walking back into the room
Defeat stares back at him and cold air
Meet his legs trembling down his spine
He has a warm sense of reality
Girl of dreams finally his at last
By the third date
Butterflies are turning into blooming
Rose petals
Down the aisle of matrimony for the
Two.
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