A/N: Hi there, lovelies! So, I had been getting a lot of requests for Silena and Beckendorf's first kiss and, although it was supposed to be a oneshot, this is just a small poem about how it happened. To be quite honest, considering I'm rubbish with poems, I'm not sure how it turned into one. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy it!
Perhaps it's her long, flowing jet black hair that blows ever so gracefully when the wind blows,
or maybe it's those deep blue eyes that turn his limbs (metaphorically) into stone.
Maybe it's how tiny she stands next to the Pegasi she grooms,
but lately there's more and more tension as together they stand in a room.
She's not sure what's drawing her, but closer and closer she goes,
how her heart is feeling is one thing her mother knows.
His dark skin, his hefty laugh, his large, tough hands,
she's not sure why her heart is beating so fast but gods she thinks it's grand.
He admires her from afar for quite the longest time,
The fact that they haven't even spoken begins to feel like a crime.
Her grace, her beauty, her heart; it's all so overwhelming,
that soon he finds his usually quick hands to be trembling.
"Charlie," she'll finally say one day, and it's music to his ears.
"Silena," he'll reply, the sweetest thing she'll hear.
She'll tell him how it's funny that they haven't spoken a word,
he'll come back with they've had a conversation,
it's just gone unheard.
He'll give her a smile, she'll give him a wink,
and because he doesn't want to miss a thing,
he doesn't even blink.
They'll stand there four hours,
mindless topics buzzing through the wind and this is how it begins.
Day after day they return to their spot, as the days grow less and less hot.
His courage increases each second that's spent in each other's good graces,
but his heart - oh how his heart still races.
One day he does it, and and oh how it's bliss,
one day he does it; he moves in for the kiss.
Silena is swept off her feet,
her lips are eager to greet,
for perfection has a name,
and it's Charles Beckendorf's game.