Love is a fugitive, difficult thing,
It enters hearts like the onset of spring
A glistening stream, the gentlest touch,
I never thought that I could feel so much.
A glimmer of passion, intense and fierce,
My lovers bow is drawn, my heart to pierce.
With dark brown hair and gem-like eyes,
He's more captivating than other guys.
The room dimly lit by a candle flame,
My beloved and I know not of shame.