White Boots and Moonlight
The way she smiled, a spark in the air,
A moment so soft, none could compare.
Her white boots kissed the pavement like dew.
I stood there still, heart skipping a beat,
As she floated like music, so gentle, so sweet.
Moonlight adorned her, a heavenly sight,
A princess in white, glowing soft in the night.
She looked up once, and our eyes briefly met,
A gaze I will cherish, a love I won’t forget.
The stars held their breath, the night turned gold,
In that fleeting glance, my story was told.
So here I write, with a heart that believes,
In dreams born on moonlit, whispering eves.
If fate ever guides her back to my world—
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