Belle of my Universe

Her voice sounded like music,
Which I heard from over the phone.
That sound that could heal the sick,
From outside towards the depth of your bones.
Voila, what a voice that gives me relief,
Relaxes me like the breeze of winds from the cliff.

Her beauty ignites fire to my cold,
With those eyes that dazzles,
Like a walking story remaining untold,
That lights up my dark, just like a candle.
And those lips that she possess,
Strikes your eyes, you'd say 'She's flawless.'

She takes you to this unknown place,
In the middle of the ocean where you meet the breeze.
When you catch her eyes, it conveys you to a pace -
It'll get you wishing that time stays like this.
To admire her, I might not be the first;
But I'll be the only who sees her as the belle of my universe.