She stood above the crows illuminated by the moon, shinning with her beauty.
That night was engraved in my memory, she was my light, she was my angel.
She was my angel light.
She wore a white dress and complimented it with a white smile.
She wore her hair down, long and brown, it was naturally straight.
Her brown eyes bright and full of light.
Her lips bright red freshly coated with lipstick.
One look and you were hooked.
Hooked only a moment, for it was only a moment that I saw.
One moment and forever waiting, waiting to see my angel light one last time.