Love's Footsteps

She walks nimbly, like the mist that mellows the tender night, climbing the stairs with her heavenly grace. Half moon softly brightens her pale face, a gentle breeze impairs her long hair. A vagabond at peace under the bridge hears her footsteps, so eloquent so brave, wish he could meet her and her raven dress in which her body sweetly expresses, all that's best of brightly universe. She walks in earnest, like Venus in its dear dwelling place. He hears the jackals bark, waiting in the dark.