|The shade of her skin,|
Is neither light nor dark.
A colour of chocolate,
But brown with a spark.
The moon would surely be jealous,
If at night her face was displayed.
Her brightness would overpower it instantly,
And her beauty it would chase.
The shy earth never ceases,
To blush from the lightness of her feet.
It hangs on tight to every step she makes,
Until her destination she meets.
Her eyes are hard to detail,
Nearly shutting whenever she smiles.
Dark as night are her pupils,
But the light of her teeth shine for miles.
The stars long to see her,
The birds miss her voice.
The atmosphere lingers onto her presence,
Not loving her was never a choice.