Her eyes glow like the shiniest of gems on a black background
Her pure snow skin more akin to the shining moon
Oh how her black veins and white hair make me swoon like a loon
Oh and her elegant dress, simply the best
I must confess, I speak of my goddess
But that doesn't make my words any less.
To be honest, I fear she thinks me too weak so
I let my words be meek and do not speak them.
The reason for my fear so it due to a certain rose
Who will never know my beloved goddess
The one I wish to betroth.