You

The pitter patter of the rain,
The radiance of the morning sun,
The Moon that hides beneath her veil;
As on their ship of beauty sail,
I only think of You.

Her eyes like darkest ebony,
Her skin as pale as snow,
Her lips and cheeks of rosy red;
Beauty that could strike men dead,
But I think only of You.

Through the darkness shrouding me,
You like a beacon glow;
Promising me a promise true
To present to me with your sparkling eyes:
A world lit up with endless smiles,
For I think only of You.