Love Lite Symphony

 
I witnessed an angelic phenomenon
there lays a Ice-scaped Montague
covered around golden brown hair,  
coldness of minutes  
whisked elegantly aside,  
Her captivating words  
type writing thoughts  
of narrative doves  
chirping sounds of  unadulterated elegance.
Sun shining galvanism    
turns tiredness into charm,  
sadness explodes throughout night skies.
Shadowing lust,    
here commences fireworks of fire  
bursting into attraction.