The Day I Met You

The day I met you,    
It was like gazing into a moonglade's purlieu,  
And seeing the fireflies,    
That are your eyes,    
And hearing the peaceful and beautiful chirps of the cicadas and of the crickets,    
Raising my spirits,    
And feeling the wind through my hair, and on my skin.    
Upon my face, your voice put a grin,    
Hearing you say my name,    
Was too much, and I blushed and felt shame,    
For not being able to say    
What I wished I could say.    
The sounds of all others, I couldn't bear,    
Your voice was all that my ears wanted to hear.    
It felt as if no one else was there,    
Your face, demeanor, and voice, so pure.
You sounded so sweet, like the buzzing of bees making honey,    
So cute, like a little rat's squee of glee,    
So calm and reassuring, like gentle rain falling by the sea,    
So strong, secure, and safe, like waves crashing against the shore,    
And so wise, like an older hermit, who knows every cure.    
I am the luckiest woman in the world to have met you,    
I am the happiest woman in the world to have, up close, seen and heard you.    
The second time you saw me that night,    
You looked so heavenly within that light,  
You said "It's the girl with the magic hat!"  
You seemed as elegant as a Regency era crovat.    
Your words so sweet, like the buzzing of dragonflies,    
Brought tears of happiness to my eyes,    
And made my heart beat like a brontide,
And to this day, of meeting you, I have the utmost happiness and pride.