Night

Night...

A time to love and to be loved

Yes, it is dark and silent

Scared?

No way when he is near

Cold?

Will his warmth let it touch me

Hatred?

Impossible with his love around me

Lonely?

Sin to say when his bewitching eyes keeps me engaged

What's inevitable is his dulcet kiss

What's undeniable is his lovely touch

What's intimidating is his absence

But to think about it makes no sense

What's dark is his silence

What's mine is his soul

What's his is mine

What's ours is this night

To love and to be loved....