Her hair was darker than pure midnight for it glowed within the light of the new moons flight.
Her eyes were of the darkest brown they held you silent without a sound.
For she is of true beauty a work of art for all to see .
So there you shall stand with a baited breathe longing for her sweet loves bliss.
Jul 27, 2010
Jul 27, 2010 at 11:24 PM UTC
Her hair was darker than pure midnight for it glowed within the light of the new moons flight.
Her eyes were of the darkest brown they held you silent without a sound.
For she is of true beauty a work of art for all to see .
So there you shall stand with a baited breathe longing for her sweet loves bliss.