Starry Eyed Surprise

The fairies twinkled across the dewy leaves
Like bright stars, illuminating a pitch-black night.
Lightening bugs glowed, moving gleefully with the calm wind.
Crickets sang their happy tune, soft and sweet.
An ethereal image.
Two young lovers,
Embracing under a wise old sycamore.
Flushed cheeks, swollen lips.
Long, light brown hair, knotted from being tangled in the boy's calloused hands.
A discarded navy blue dress.
The ancient quilt that had been lying in his attic for years, scrunched into a loose ball on the grass.
Leaving their woes behind, these two paramours found one another.

They found happiness.

In less than two months time had they known each other,
But that is all it took.
Oh, that is all it took for the girl to fall for the boy, and the boy for the girl.
They both fell hard, like on a cement ground.
But there were no bruises, no scrapes.
Only hot, throbbing summer nights.
This is not teenage lust.
This is starry-eyed love.