You can tell by her pale face,
Upon the cheek he did trace,
A yurning desire,
Tis' in her fire.
"Dearest Caroline," he did speek,
"Let me hold you, kiss you upon thy cheek,"
A wonderous grin,
Above her chin,
Did glimer in the light,
Although twas night.
A persuassive reach of thy hand,
Did offer Caroline to stand,
A wave of nothingness, Stillness,
They danced like a suprisal illness.
He grabbed her close,
With a gentle pull of clothes,
And pressed a splenderous kiss upon her lips,
Caroline hugged his neck while he hugged her hips.
And they danced into love,
Indeed. They have.
Meh. ;__; Random poem, that makes no sense. Obvisously only to my little mind >__<.