The Perfect Lady

Perfection of her eyes overthrew me

Shining like the bright stars in the blue sky

Wind blows in her hair trying to break free

The touch of her smooth white skin makes me fly

She looks at me and makes me feel complete

Her lips draw a soft quiet musical sound

She dances in the rain on to the streets

Looks at the stars while laying on the ground

She walks on the bright sidewalk with such class

attracted by her graceful perfection.

Everyone around her watches her pass

With her there is immediate connection

And she makes things bright when they are shady

Now that my friends is the perfect lady