With the darkest hair against the olive tanned skin,
The sweet angled face of that true grin,
Unravels like a man descending into sin,
With that the story doth only begin.
She smiled with teeth white seen through the night,
Over head we could hear something at flight,
There was something inside her, some kind of inner might,
Yet no fear held me like the way her beauty did tight.
Wrapped and inflamed by her hearts candescence,
I was unable to identify her beauties essence,
Nothing of this moment made any sense,
Both willing, both staying, neither shy, neither innocent.
Every beautiful moment is destined to fade and die,
But from that moment there was no disguise,
Forever everyday re-enacting this night in our way,
From each other do we never stray.