There was the first look, a sight beyond belief
That captured a hope and peeked curiosity.
The moments await and the longing and question to steer
Would there be agreement or simply disappear?
Why, wondered so captured by the heart,
Would someone so fair even take the part?
The times quickly passed and moments seem to flee
Together with wonder of who this beauty truly be?
Then amazed by common thoughts and kindled by the warmth
Dreaming with the angels and encouraged in the storms.
Gifts are acts of kindness put into action
Provided by heart in hopes for reaction.
Most assuredly and rewarding of all
Is the dream to dream again of moments,
Like these to highlight our days
That paint the colors of tomorrow.
