He was the moonlight reflecting on her fair skin,
The sunshine playing with her golden hair.
A sweet lullaby she slept to.
And the romantic song she twirled to.
His thoughts tickled; like a strand of hair on her face.
His words whispered; like Radiance on her skin.
He was the red on her cheek.
The echo in her head.
He loved her, like poets loved the words;
With passion, with pain
And kissed her, like clouds kiss the mountains;