In her eyes I could see, single and sweet, Pupils sparkling like stars, a secret to greet. Her smile, a Christmas gift surprise, Unwrapping warmth, no need for sighs, A beauty untainted, where dreams meet. Slim and swirling between love and dream, Her presence like whispers in a moonlit stream. Longing for words to bridge our distance, Maybe love at first, a fate's insistence. A dance of hope in the night’s bright gleam.