A Randomly Romantic Poem

Her
With her long plait of dark hair,
A soft touch of the end brushing her lower back.
Her jeans were soft,
And loose fitting.
Her shirt shimmered in the summer sun.
Him
With his tentative smile
And shy face.
His blue converse with the laces tied up tight
And neat.

On a hill,
In the warm summer air.
Their fingers touch.
The day smiles.