In the warmth of the night.
You flew past, slowly and silently
Enough to not make the leaves creak
But like a sweet loving wind, not harsh.
Just enough to make chills run down one's spine.
I loved every moment of us, you lit me up like a lantern, and continued to increase my fire output, my wick was long so it could burn.
But after I ran out of fuel.
Like the wind, you flew away!

Love became empty!