She might be an angel

She is in silver colored clothes, Alike the flowing moonlights Slithering on the surface of ice Of the pond, feelings are frozen And melting by the dazzling flare To restore ripples lingering again Into meek crystal hares Wandering in your gaze With full of glimmering lights My shyness find no place to hide And my soul helpless seized I noticed them as lively as the breeze And as vivacious as the lightened opal And your body winding as the hills, Both its highness and convexity fit math I am unsure if I flee away anymore Floating fond with this natural elf around I wish I can fly as you do, but I can't