I hear the call of that beautiful woman.
She calls me to her and I have to listen.
She controls me like no other woman. She memorizes me so I must listen.
This beauty this work of art when I do not see her my heart tears apart.
Her pale skin is such a sight to my eyes.
I feel so lucky that she is all mine.
My lady my beautiful lady calls me to be at her side.
I wish to touch her rounded figure her jet black hair.
The stars come out to look at this marvel of a woman.
I envy them I even hate them.
They are closer to her than I.
They dare not touch her because they all know she is mine.
I reach out my hands to touch her knowing I can not reach.
That is the only solace I have when I see her.
The soft wind gives me her kiss that she blew to me and then I feel bliss.
Before I say goodnight to her I blow her a kiss.
As I turn away I began to miss her.
But I know I will see her again.
My lady.
My beautiful pale lady.
