You're the sweetest leaf in my forest of thoughts.
Can I admire you from across the clearing with respectful devotion?
I blush like dawn in the meadow whenever you say my name.
If our love were a grove, it would be shaded and calm forever.
Your touch is softer than moss and twice as comforting.
I'm fawning so hard I might sprout real antlers of admiration.
Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I pass by again on tiptoe?
