The street is empty,
rain has washed clean the road,
the trees provide a canopy,
the streetlamps a goal.

We walk arms interlocked,
no need for time,
no time for measurements,
no measurement for age,
for the night is young.

So many charming phrases to say,
they lay on the tip of my tongue,
and with the beauty of the night,
I am easily outdone.

The ambiance begins a song,
the breeze the melody,
life simply sings along,
casting ripples across the stream.

The sights around us are calming,
she's the only thing I can see,
I can't believe it myself,
how does she have time for me?

The moonlight strikes forth,
hammer on anvil,
forging love from old embers,
stories untold.

Whether we'll be together or not,
I cannot say,
but right now it doesn't matter to me,
that's the kind of love you don't often see.