The sunset is fading,
but my eyes are on you.
Running your fingers across my arm,
tracing my tattoo.
My head resting on your chest,
feeling your every breath.
As your face leans closer,
yesterday fades away.
Our lips meet,
and the pain no longer stays.
Your tongue dances with mine,
speaking only to me.
Because even in the silence,
I can still hear you speak.