last night,
I saw the stars in your eyes,
& the only difference between you & them,
is that they were long dead,
but you,
have got a soul that will never die,
as long as you preside by me.

I saw a shooting star,
& I wished,
I hoped,
that this night would never end,
and by some kind of miracle,
this love would last too.

but 'twas a mere fantasy,
as the night,
ended,
but as wishes do not come true,
miracles,
do.