Eyes as grey as a nostalgic sky,
Lips as red as the burning dawn,
Hair as dark as the midst of night,
And a smile that puts flowers to shame.
The stars have left the sky and moved in your eyes,
The roses shy away from the beauty of your red lips,
And ravens wish their wings as black as your hair made of night.
A smile fit for a queen, though you wear no crown.
But a crown makes no difference, for the queen hides within.
A look in your eyes, that leaves them all staring,
Mouths agape, uncomprehending of your beauty.
Your smile, so sweet, so tempting, yet so dangerous,
Could sink a hundred ships and drown a thousand sailors,
And they would gladly embrace death, having seen you before they die.
An angel, perhaps, escaped from heaven,
To bring us your heavenly light.
To bring us your love, and give us safe haven,
And open our eyes to see the world bright.
Far and wide, they’ll go to look for you,
Seeking something that pure and true.
With eyes of sky and stars,
With lips of burning sun,
With hair of night’s silk,
And a soul woven of starlight.