The Mr. To Snow White. Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

You're the trouble I want to take,

I thought I always liked black until I saw you wearing white.
It was as looking at pure sylvite.
Or maybe cryolite.
Better than pure hematite.
You set my world in flames skyrocketing the average Fahrenheit.

You have caught my complete attention,
It is impossible as those things I must mention.

How do I come to say?
Such feelings which come my way?

How do I tell you?
That I think you are meant to be,
With me.

How I am not supposed to think?
Stay afloat and not sink?

Thoughts of you make me so happy,
Everything in life becomes airy.

Thoughts of you keep me in an endless smile,
What have you done to my unbreakable profile?
For I am now beguile.