Something I Never Told Her

I write a poetry of her

I met her somewhere out of the blue,

She was a little bit cunning cute with words

Insofar as made me to smile.

She talk I can't help myself

Although watch her lips,

To notice the shapes and curves

They are the pink petals on a rainy day.

Moonlight wants to kiss her

Gestures of her lips carry treasure,

A floaty touch of moonlight on her face

Reveals the mysteries of her heart.

Moon always look up at this moon 

Sometimes being jealous,

See it as the single most romantic place within the cosmos.

Nothing to say of her eyes 

Her eyes narrowed until they were a faint greenish glitter,

Like a forest pool far back in the shadow of trees

Those eyes speaks of her dreams louder than her words.

Her silky hair residing at her shoulders

Gives her the freedom for empowerment,

These breezes wants to explore through her hairs

Too drunk of her despotic beauty.

These winds want to squeeze her fuzzy cheeks

She blushes when she gazes,

Her expressions are fascinating 

Passion, thrilling, yet ravishing.

Her voice makes the ocean waves to feel composed

Raises some music,

No count what she says

Although her voice that matters or dwells.

The beauty marks on her face

Insofar as deep and bright,

Pretty as a picture

Reflects the purity of her heart

She needs someone like Sun

The Sun loves the Moon so much,

That he dies every night to let her breath

In return, she reflects his love.