As the moon drifts sleepily through solemn midnight skies,
kissing stars a sweet farewell,
as she stumbles by,
captivated by the vision the moon light lets me spy,
once again I fall in love,
with the emeralds in your eyes.

Compelled to speak a thousand rhymes of the beauty I behold,
alas my words they fail me,
when they're needed most of all,
to compare you to a goddess would be a travesty to you,
a thousand sunsets I'd forget,
as soon as your in view.

A thousand candles could not light a room up like your smile,
and your laugh could not be mimicked,
by a thousand knighting gales,
but there's more to you then physical and what love the best,
is the way you care so tenderly,
as you hold me to your breast.