Morning Light

Once while coming home I saw a fairy,
A fragrant wind blew my heart as if I was in a prairie.
I thought I finally met the girl of my dream,
Because I could see her heart was modest and pristine.

Respecting and admiring her beauty became my common trend,
Just a few years later she became my best friend.
For now I know that my love is so true,
But when will I tell, that the fairy is no one but you.