As I approached the bed of a sleeping woman whose name I know not,
My feet come to a halt and my breath becomes withheld.
I cannot help but stare in awe of my findings
Her ample amounts of hair are like cotton, plush and soft
And the strands mingle with each other,
for she has been asleep for one hundred years.
Her nose, shaped as if it has been scultped with time and care
Lastly, her lips.
Everly so plump,
and never have I had such a desire to kiss someone as much as I would like to kiss you,
Without further ado, I cannot hold myself back from the temptation no longer.
With this kiss,
I hope your spell is permanently broken and our lives merge together as one.