Her Hair

It was on an autumn night
When we sat together
And I looked into her eyes
As we talked of our lives.
The breeze then blew past
And I noticed her hair
As they danced in the air
Like the finest strands
Of the most beautiful hue.
Softer than the finest silk
They waved in the air.
I couldn't look away
Like a man under a spell
Of a beauty too vast to compare
To the crudeness of the world.
And on that mystic night
I sat and pondered
If I could, in all my lowliness
Praise enough such heavenly loveliness.