Lights flickering, palm trees swaying
The wind whistles in soprano the same song she sings you to sleep

Candles burning, stars scintillating
She panics with the way your eyes swallow her entirety; She stutters, cannot move an inch

Mellow music playing, lovers dancing
She asks, "How  do  you  touch  my  hands  but  never  rea­lly  hold  them?"
You  smirk.

Heartbeats racing, inner thoughts screaming
Her questions are answered by the hint you give; This is a one-sided love affair

Clocks ticking, sun rising
The night fades but his scent lingers in the room; She is an unfinished sentence