Notes.

Don't do this. Please.
Don't disrupt her life with sweet words of fancy.

You know how she gets thrown offguard.
You know how it'll swirl in her head.

You know it puts a smile on her face,
Yet she has to consciously bury it in the deep recesses of her mind.

She'll chew on it till the thought's in shreds.
And she'll wonder Why, If and When.

Don't.
Please.