Her eyes, a black moon in white sky.
I can see a new world in her eye.
Her hair, as black as the black moon,
gently dances to the breeze's tune.
As she speaks, her lips reminds me
how the blooming of a red rose will be.
caressing her cheek, I wonder whether
it feels softer than a bird's feather.
When she is happy, her shy dimple comes
out of it's hiding. A delightful sight it becomes.
Her radiant body shines in warm rays
of love which clears all my internal haze.
Her fingers, beautifully aligned in arrays,
seems like rose petals in many ways.
The beauty veiled by her white robe
is an enigma that tempts me to probe.
In my mind I created this perfect woman
and In my dreams I am her prefect man.