I remember when I met her
Her eyes lamented of beauty
Beauty that was pure like vine fermented with passion
Her eyes flickered like neon lights,
In the early evenings.
Your face a city of gold and silver
Of sizzling lights, a city of extraordinary beauty
Were tears are made of champagne.
Your hair nicely plaited into two line
Like tracks of heavenly feet
And your smile brought a merry rain,
Of caramel chocolate in my heart.