Eyes as lovely as the shinning moon lures me to her.
Rooting me at the spot,
Waiting for her voice to dispel me.
Smiling as her laughter hits my ears,
Feeling happy the moment my eyes settle on her beaming face.

Getting a glimpse of the person she is on the inside,
Wanting to ensure her safety as nobody has before.
Capturing my attention with the utterance of a vowel.
Caring deeply for those of great importance,
With a personality sweeter than honey.

This is what I see,
This is what I like.
No matter how she thinks or feels about herself,
I'll always be there to assure her from distraught.
'Cause all I see can be called many names,
But beauty is her true name.