She Walks in Beauty

 

SHE walks in beauty like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies,

And all that's best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellowed to the tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

 

One ray the more, one shade the less

Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress

Or softly lightens o'er her face,

Where thoughts serenely sweet express

How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

 

And on that cheek and o'er that brow

So soft, so calm yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow

But tell of days in goodness spent

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent.

 

Lord Byron

 

This section of my homepage is a tribute to the women I have loved, and still love in my life.  It's a pity I never got their phone number or email address, and it's never going to happen.  You'll figure why (besides the fact that my real-life girlfriend will never allow it).