Oh, every cloudlet I see, how captivating thou art,
For every little thing about thee stirs my heart.
I must thank Cupid, for he bestowed upon me,
Such a damsel, enchanting and lovely to see.
Your beauty, like a mesmerizing spell, takes hold,
Leaving me deranged, my thoughts cannot be controlled.
I try to erase you from my mind, to no avail,
For you are uncanny, in ways that make me frail.
In this formal prose, I express my admiration,
For your every movement, an exquisite sensation.
Your presence, like a symphony playing in my mind,
I find comfort and solace in your eyes so kind.
Yet, I remain in awe, unable to comprehend,
How each glance from you, my whole being will suspend.
Ravished by your grace, your charm, and your allure,
I am bewitched by you, that is for sure.
Every cloudlet I see, whispers of your grace,
And every little thing reminds me of your face.
Fascination follows in your ethereal wake,
As my thoughts are consumed by your every ache.
My words fail to capture the beauty you bestow,
But with this short verse, my adoration does show.
So, thank you, my dear Cupid, for thy tender dart,
For introducing me to this extraordinary heart.
