Charmed At First Sight

It was in Westland that I met this barmaid, She looked fragile,and complexed with manifestations of excellence, That very night I sat exactly after four seperated bevies nailing myself to eminence, Kindly when she served me a bottle of drink, I spotlighted her beauty towards higher regard,though she saw herself as a fink, Frankly,what I was seeing in her had a prospective blink, This lady was pitch-black, Framed in reality,she was an erudite and not a yack, With inner pattern deemed with confidence, I made her to believe the first sight attraction she spread out in alpha mense, And she divided her lips into structure of my hopeful bens, What came after that late night is when we're now couples on honey moon, And I just can't match our excitements to what feelings intends to move, Only when our personalities are commune and tied with a strong single loop, Because,your presence has outlined the eyes of my heart to hold you in my room.