She walks in beauty like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright meets in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less, had half impair'd the nameless grace which waves in every raven tress, or softly lightens o'er her face - where thoughts serenely sweet express how pure, how dear their dwelling - place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, so soft, so calm, yet eloquent, the smiles that win, the tints that glow, but tells in days of goodness spent, a mind at peace with all below, a heart whose love is innocent.
George Gordon Byron
For some love is blind and for others, love is a blushing pink, or pure as the stars in the night. But alas music plays and it gets hot. Love shows its true passion, its' secrets, its' twists and turns. As you bare your breasts and your heart, love is finally yours. It is invincible. It cannot be denied or forgotten for it will burn into all who touch it, leaving its' mark.
Beware of love Once smitten......it is..... for ever.
Percy Sledge When a Man Loves a Woman http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vQh112HQsoE