Rich in Lover's Dark

Brown of fertile Earth, rich in lover's dark,
entangled lost among saccharine whispers,
which holds those sweet eyes unerring from this mark,
where cool breezes flow for willows' whispers.
Tresses contrast over shining, bright brilliance
like the night slowly setting on the sun;
the sun-- your smile, a crescent moon painted,
the stars-- your touch, floating soft and gentle.
Angel, where is your golden halo?
Lost when you came to me? Hidden by your beauty?
It doesn't matter,
you don't need it anyway.
I discern who you really are:
by your inner luminescence,
your ethereal beauty,
your warming glow.