She was but a girl with ribbons in her hair, Dreams stitched in…

She was but a girl with ribbons in her hair, Dreams stitched in daylight, soft as the air. The world still painted in colors so new, Yet her heart already whispered, “It’s you.” Among fields of laughter, so simple, so sweet, Two tender souls stumbled, their innocence meet. Hands brushed lightly, a shy, fleeting glance, A childhood moment became love’s first dance. She learned that love doesn’t ask for the years, It grows through the smiles, the hopes, and the tears. Though young was her age.