The Magic And The Boom

I have seen flowers
But I did not know that
It could shy and smile!
Wow! How beautiful is it?
I was amazed!
Excited, I wondered
About the signalling of beauty!
Is it the eyes that speak?
With shyness!
The movement of her eye-lid;
Rid me cool,
The flashes torch my soul
With delightful pain
Like a thorn made of flowers
Were to pinch;
Oh the pleasure! The pain!
The magic of her eyes
Was the core cause for all;
That’s the moment I did fall,
And I have no intent to rise again.