She walks in beauty, like the night
he walks with style and grace
she is a phantom of delight
he is a strong steady pace
together, they walk dangerously
perfect for each other, they are
stepping breathlessly
like to the falling star
love in her eyes sits playing
and everything else that she's not saying
- this was a poem i did for a class that we had to pick a few titles or first lines of famous poems.
