You Are as Pure as the Sun, I Am as White as Snow

The boy was a handsome boy. His silky black hair shone in the sunlight, his clear and transparent eyes were like the white dew rolling on the leaves in the morning, his nose was slightly straight, and his fair skin exuded the smell of fruit soap. He smiled softly in the sunlight under the mottled shadows of the trees, revealing two shallow dimples, and you could see the uncontrollable joy in his heart. Wearing a white shirt and water-blasted blue jeans, with a guitar slung over his shoulder, he stood quietly and handsomely under the sycamore tree, waiting for the arrival of a girl. ********************************************* The story happened on that glorious summer Something is beginning quietly, like the bright sunshine in early summer And that holy boy... Missed that time If it were you, what would you choose?