From the first time I saw you Intuitive you seemed,
for from the sensitivity upon your face,
and with no airs and graces,
you are the one,
with which I could spend the rest of my days,
because you wear your heart upon your sleeve,
and do not count tears as a disgrace,
for upon the Earth, you walk with pride,
and with a soft and a gentle gait,
and as you walk the wind blows gently through your hair,
such as the locks of an angel flowing in the summer air,
and your smell is more elegant than the flowers,
and transcends them all,
for there could be no other that I would ever want to recall,
and along the road as we walk,
with your eyes and intellect as bright as the sun,
I admire your wit and your beauty,
and the way you look at everyday afresh and anew,
and with a joyous heart so full of fun,
and oh, how you smile at me,
and for the first time you put your hand in mine,
and we two, we two become one.
