Every person in this endless space of darkness has a presence of light, as do the stars that hang above us on that black blanket of nothing. But her presence of light shines with celestial beauty, like a white rose in a thorn bush, dripping with morning dew. Rain of diamonds fall from the sky as her tears fall from her lovely brown eyes. And her hair is golden like the strings of that bind us together. All together it forms the body of a heavenly figure, with a face as beautiful as a white rose, and a personality with unimaginable kindness.

During the day, I pause and ponder, peering into my fragile thoughts and wonder:
Being dark as night it is hard to fight what may not be right. And my tears are only my fears of what may be rejection, but still, I hope for her affection. And out of all the beauties in the world, a white rose is the only thing to capture my undying love for her.

During the night I live in my thoughts, words, worries, and accomplishments, but still they mix into nothing:
Being together tears my words into nothing but blundering stupidity. And then I worry, of what I should have said, what I shouldn’t have, and what would become of it. But something happens; for just on smell of her hair, for one look into her eyes, for just one kiss of her mouth, I would give an eternity to not have at all. Which would leave me to dream, hope and regret of what I had lost.