She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet 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 tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

Byron

Not the best photo I’ve ever taken, but I’ve posted it as it captured a personal moment for us.
Although it seems to have lost a fair bit of detail and colour in the upload too!

My wife surprised me this afternoon by picking me up from work,
at the end of a long hard week, taking me out for Tapas.
And for no other reason than she wanted to.