The outstretched right hand was like an invitation to her at the ball,
Her clear eyes could only hold her figure.
The setting sun was not stingy enough to shed a golden coat on his behalf,
Have you ever heard the sparkling sea water whispering for him?
The heat of the sun has melted the ice in her heart,
The sea breeze made her still steps firm and light.
The moment brown hair passed before her eyes, she was close,
The soft touch on her lips replaced her voice of promise.