It was in the twilight,

The not-yet-night,

The last of daylight,

That my heart first took flight.

Eyes the colour of the sky,

Mirroring a storm,

Enabled my heart to fly,

They differed from the norm,

As you passed me by,

In a most divine form.

Silky pink hair,

And your skin so fair,

I lost my usual flair,

And could only stare.

The words on the tip of my tongue,

Disappeared with the breath from my lungs,

Like the most beautiful song being sung,

Or great golden bells being rung,

In your presence my heart stung,

At the sight of you, it beat like a drum.

It was in the twilight,

The not-yet-night,

The last of daylight,

That I fell in love at first sight