April has been full of warmth.
April has been a lovely dream.

Golden sunshine in between book pages,
butterflies fluttering in their cages.
Still summer afternoons, a loving sigh,
walking under the moonlit sky.
Spontaneous evening rendezvous,
midnight musings ensue.

Walking behind to steal glances,
the heart silently prances.
Memorizing the curves of each hair,
tracing the freckles on skin so fair.
Talking about love and nonchalance,
coy smiles as a response.
A cigarette between her fingertips,
I gaze longingly at her glossed lips.

After endless dialogue,
it is time for the epilogue.