Her beauty came to me,
In the darkness of night.
I stared in awe of her beauty,
Till the dawns early light.
To hold such a vison,
Would be any mans dying wish.
The hours I spent holding her,
For me was endless bliss.
I see her image again now,
With beauty endless for all time.
And I wish for the night to come,
So once again this beauty I might find.