Dark Beauty

The night is dark beauty,
As it comes closer
And world goes to slumber
I can hear the talks
That my heart has with yours.
Your right canine which
Is slightly protuding
Reflects the light of the candle kept besides us.
The dimple on your left cheek
Is visible as the crater on the surface of the moon.
When i see sky through your partly opened hair
The view of it is like a
Kid's painting, drawn in
free hand style.
The candle starts fading
And so do your sparking eyes.
You murmur 'hmm hmm' in between,
when I answer your question-'which is costlier,
diamond or platinum.'
By the time I could finish it you fell asleep
leaving your head on my shoulder.
The night is really dark beauty.