She hung like the moon dreaming in the night sky that was painted on his ceiling during the hours he found himself unable to sleep as his heart beat to loud with the sound of her name that pulsed through his blood like gasoline and burned like wildfire deep in the marrow of his bones and though she was more than pleasing to his eyes it was the warmth and kindness of her smile and the beauty that shined out from her heart that keep him up at night staring at the dream she continuously painted on his ceiling