His Ōrora

His heart melted, as
He saw her, standing,
In the darkness,
In that beautiful dress
Respectful and well-mannered.

An arrow of love
Pierced the mid of his little heart

She glowed so bright
Like a soft winter lamp,
Spreading out the light
To the darkness around her.

Also, fear ate his heart
As he was afraid that if,
She didn’t glow for him
But for someone else.

She’s bright enough
For him to identify
Her pink lips, smiling at him,
As now he can see that,
‘Someone’ never existed, and instead
She’s glowing for him, and only him.

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