G'morning to all. Ahh...someone refered to the Gul Mohar text earlier. Thanks for bringing it up. BTW, I have fond memories of the poem below (and back then used to think that the face of the lady drawn for the poem was hot!!). LOL ;D SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY :Lord Byron 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!