City lights flickering,
The stars above, glowing,
The leaves on the trees, swaying, dancing,
As if its favorite song is playing.
That night, they were standing,
Standing still, quietly waiting,
For someone to break the silence,
And speak out the words they've been hiding.
Under the moonlight they were facing each other,
Palms sweating, trying not to falter,
Slowly, and gently, he spoke,
"Your eyes are beautiful."
"You are too," she answered.