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.