She didn't know when it had happened, but as Rarity looked up at Spike, she knew it. He was biting his lip, his eyes wide and hopeful. His green hair was as mussed as ever, but that moment, she knew she would never see him as a boy again. She relaxed her shoulders as she smiled up at him with a brief nod of her head. Slowly, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. A sharp gasp was the only sign of surprise. She knew what she had known all along.
She loved him.
She wants to make the world beautiful
She'd like it to be wise
She looks like a white rose blossom
With blue stars in her eyes
She gives strength to the weak
Presence to the meek
But then one of them fell in love
As she ran off like a lost dove
Now she's back, and who's to say
What there is to be done today
About the meek lover boy
Whom to this beautiful creature is coy