Beautiful Ma'am

O beautiful Ma’am

That pair of cinnamon narrow looking eyes

Your beauty is astonishing, I could remember from last night

Wearing those black elegant gloves shining with warmth

Hiding your majestic hands, secrets full of grace

Make known mystery of your refinement

And bring to the world a moment of mercy

I doubt no more the modesty of your soul

If a star could dream, you would have been its aim

Whomever approaches you would be bewitched

For to be the one who holds your hand is my end

Perhaps I then can believe, that you exist

Beautiful Ma’am…