A girl with hair like the pitch black night. 
And skin like the bleach white moon.

Steping from the shadows Into the light.

Her eyes lit with a firey baze.
Sparkiling like the sunshine 
On the mornings dew haze.

Her eyes in this way holding my gaze.
Full lips pulled back in a perfect smile.
Laughing I'm sure at my astonished face. 

This image burned into my mind.
Like the brand on cattle marked forever. 
Engulfing me as my brain surrenders.