The clicking of shoes
The city night suffuse the air
With its chattery warm glow
I hook my arm in yours,
Feeling quite at peace
With the chirping night
And the cool tepid air,
At how the moon shone
Just so your eyes shone fair
I'm not fooling myself
I know I cannot indulge too deeply
There is an end to every story,
Even just a stroll of two best friends
Wrapped in a complicated fortune,
A love without a rose
A love with just two faced syllables
Never knowing which brick
Is made of fools or gold
Only knowing our paths were to travel
Together as long as it shall last