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.