Echoed  in the night,
A message yearned to be read
Each with an addition
Invisible ink at the end.
Raw emotion.  Fresh from the heart
Shared and hopeful with simple elegance
First time lost
But with a second so sweet
Different when in contrast
Both bright in color
Though in the aspect of time,
Only one can be highlighted.
Only one developing.

Cherish what you have.
Love is not a choice.