cold wind
of once moonlit night,
leaving every thing behind,
attracted to this window,
seeing the glimpse of desires
from afar, wondering,

you with a man,
lying down on his arms
beneath that firefly tree,
exchanging every beat
of your enchanted hearts,

i foresee, i might be,
i will now write our story,
with this love,
with this hope,
with this words
and kisses on a blank paper,
every thought in my mind
will never die a ******