We would spend each night in open fields bathed in starlight.
I'd read you poems I wrote while you held onto me tight.
We paid no attention to the rough ground or the cold breeze.
The warmth of our bodies took over with complete ease.

I'd walk you home before dawn, always loving the warmth of your hand.
We'd plan trips to far off mountains and to oceans layered with black sands.
When we got to your house I always delayed my every goodbye.
You'd hold me and kiss me leaving with just a small tear in your eye.

Along my way home I'd recall how lucky I was to have you.
The countless years of war had left me pessimistic and cruel.
But when you found your way into my heartless life,
You ignited a fire within that cut through me like a knife.