The beauty of a lady

Dark by the cloud,bright by the stars
Moon never seen by the month of thy calendar.
The sound of the breeze,heard from the south of thy window.

Night it call,ready to dine with the darkness of my eyes but deny by the thought of my day.
Memories it is, never wish to forget about the unforgettable of the day.fun,laughter and plenties of blissful bliss it was.

Perfect is her face like a portrait picture of an expert artisan.
Smiles the pierce in the heart of mine,like a thorn that puncture to the flesh of my skin,beauty that gives light to my life and voice that sounds like a lullaby and causes the sleep of my eyes