I still cannot believe,
That I chose you.
Dom, above all others,
I wanted you most.
I was once a giggly Orlando Bloom fan,
But it was gone in flash,
At the new shy thought of you,
Like blooming spring crocus.
I refused to fall for your cheekiness,
(How could I?)
Put all my power into resistance.
But my thoughts betrayed what I was used to.
It was shy and strange,
The feeling I had,
Fresh and ripe,
To think of your twinkling eyes
And wide grin.
In the end I yielded,
I finally gave in.
And I never regret it,
Finding you,
Like a beacon in a storm,
I still cannot believe finding
You, Dom.
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