Midnight Sky
Hazels eyes that light up the midnight sky.
Men in valleys wondering if she could be mines.
Mines such utter solitude.
A man would have to be a fool to let her go when she’s so divine.
Skin so smooth as if it was made of the finest silk.
She speaks another language such fire when she speaking.
A scar on her head may be her finest feature.
Shaped like a moon and just like it she’s more beautiful at night.
That star in the dark when everybody turned off the lights.
One of a kind and she very different from the others.
The type of women that would make a great mother.
Like sky there are many of stars.
But hers shines the brightest and there are only one of her.