Aromatic Glimpse

Life is a game of chance, Wandered lost and aimless, Then came you from a glance, Meeting far from nameless, Not as pure nor tainted, Like a moonlight's gentle mingle, Yet your image was painted, With strokes that never ended, Your voice so serene, Like a mythical siren enticing, With a sparkling sheen, Almost as if I were dreaming, Your presence gives warmth, Yet in the dead of night, The comfort that you bring forth, Thinking of you just feels right.