The Woman and The Night

The night sky is like the perfect woman,
Pale skin like the Moon itself,
Long dark hair like the shade of the night,
The Stars are the glitters that shine in her eyes,
The cool, numbing air is the feeling one gets when she is gone,
The Falling stars are the Tears that run down her cheeks because she misses him,
The Night time breeze are the exhales one feels on their skin as she sleeps next to them,
The sirens, and street lights are all the perfect little imperfections about her that one cant live without.