Her eyes, like gentle pools of
moonlight, sligtening, calling me.

Her hair, like soft silk to
the touch, glowing, its gentle
waves of lovliness.

Her skin, soft and smooth
so supple, so radiant it
makes her shine.

Her face, full od tranquil
beauty, how I crave to
gently glide my hand against it,
to wipe the tears from
her face, to enjoy her smile,
to make her happy.