I adore the blush on your cheeks,
A canvas of emotions, tender and meek.
That Wednesday, with flowers in hand,
Your astonishment, a moment grand.
Hold my hand, let's dance away,
In the moon's soft glow, let's sway.
They call it romantic, they say,
But being your first, fills my day.
Not hiding love, no, never that,
I revel in romance, tip of my hat.
Your flustered smile, oh, so sweet,
In your innocence, I find my heartbeat.
Angel with a brush, strokes divine,
Captivated by every motion, every line.
Your painting forgotten, in my gaze,
Lost in the dance, in love's daze.
I'll wait forever, if I must,
For with you, love, I trust.
July.R
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