It was a cold and solemn night.
The loneliness of the dark night and endless sounds of locust kept my adrenalines active.
Startled by my fears, I divorced patience from counting the stars as I walked.
This was when I found her.

At one sight of her unimaginable beauty,
My eyes were mine no more.
The rage of her unavoidable looks kept my eyes trapped and convicted.
In my helpless attempt to shake hands with her,
I forgot I had ever existed.
In the solitude of the night, withnessed by the stars and the moon alone, we had our first kiss.
Indeed, her lips taste better than the sweetest wine.

It was just one night.
Yet it seems to me like forever.
How could my existence forget the myriads and mysteries that accompanied her sight!

What have I done to myself?
It was just one night.
Yet I navigate through my thoughts, if I could find her again.
But, no. She seems far too gone.
I don’t know if our paths would ever cross again.
But I wish it do.
And even more, I sincerely wish what we shared could last for eternity.

I surely shall tell her name to the heavens.
If am blessed, I would find her again.
But if I don’t, I still will be grateful that I once found her in the cold night.
Even if it was just one night.