Infatuation

Born in beauty,
Caressing night,
Within her eyes,
Stars shine bright.

No clouds in sight,
We view the moon,
Just out of reach,
And gone too soon.

The sun, my sweet,
Does not compare,
To the light,
Your soul does bare.

Supple lips,
Rosy cheeks,
The wind it whispers,
As she speaks.

The heart does flutter,
Passion burns,
When she leaves,
And then returns.

A subtle grace,
I've come to know,
learned to love,
And can't let go.