Cute Guy

 She fell upon his gaze, bright, cheerful, a touch of what she had lacked in her life most recently, a truly sincere smile. One that is pure of malicious calculations,  A golden face of truth and pure heart. He sent me to my seat and I could feel my cold heart melt a little each moment he looked at me. A glow of spring on the hyacinth multicolored in splendid glory. Concerned no more  of where I was going and what reason for, the glimmer in his eyes gave me wings to fly to my destination, dressed for anything I melted at his uncanny ability to bring my thoughts of trial and tribulation to a beauteous ocean with white sand and calm breeze.  An elegant and soft breeze caressed my skin, loving and blissful. The touch of his hand as he walks by wakes the cold blood rushing through my body for too long. As he walks away for a moment I feel sorrow, but if my life could have a few minutes of glory, then I can make the rest of it a warm spring day.