Im neither old nor wise
Still very young and dumb
Stuck in those golden eyes
It made my mind go numb
This might potentially be love
With its power to entrance
Could you be my dove
May I have this dance
Our faces painted with glee
No matter how we move
Passion is the key
Which only our heart\'s will prove
The poem I never wrote
Yet this one is new
Possibly missing a note
Though its made only for you