Meeting you for the first time.
I imagine it\'ll be something like this:
Cheeks painted rose like candy on a summer\'s day,
Nervous heart flutters like the wings of a hummingbird,
Twitching hands and lowered lashes,
Awkward stumbling into each other,
the pulling of your eyes,
the drowning,
the falling.
(Try as I may, I couldn\'t deny:
You are my sweetest daydream.)