Those eyes are black and dull,
But shines out, when he looks at them.
Her skin is placid ,
the bulge, six months old.
I learned,
they ran away from home.
Sitting besides her,
he could feel her heart burn.
Guilt is explicit,
Oh my God, they are not married!
He soothes their future,
With gentle kisses.
None could speak,
But continued to love other,
as the night grew older.

Oh! I forgot something.
Who am I?
A trespasser? No.
I am just a dreamer,
Wandering in night dreams.