The night was dressed with brazen stars
her dress flows endlessly.
A deep Blue ocean spills from within her eyes, speckled with islands of green.
Silky waves of grain sweep within her golden locks as she brushes them back beautifully, like the hand of god.
Her gaze is a triumphant fanfare of moonlight, weakening my knees, and leaving me start struck before her.
She is the night
And she is beautiful.