The midnight moon mirrors in her immaculate eyes,
Portraying reflections of thruths of which I am already aware,
Illuminated by moonlight her flawless features astonish my mind,
My own deception upon my love for amative feelings I bare

Body and soul posessing unfathomable beauty,
In which my conscience is unable to manifest,
Her appeal to thine eyes is accompanied by continuity,
For I long on my shoulder for her head to rest