Night comes slowly
I am anxious to meet you
Your lights are still on
I wander outside in the moonlight

You walk out
In a flowing gown
Turquoise
Just perfect for this night

The moon gives enough sight
For me to watch your eyes
I hand you a wrapped surprise
You kiss me in return

Touching and yearning for
each other in a loving way
Kissing when people aren’t looking
We walk away
from your home

Pretty in pink and deadly in dark,
Curves so clever and her heart's my mark.
Don't let me see your splitting beauty,
Let me keep your shining cruelty.
I'll take your hate, I'll take your pain,
As long as your existence is mine to gain.
The empty days are past,
With the winter slowly snowing last,
Spring is running fast,
With the soulful days of life full mast.
And now, finally absorb my soul.

They told me the only thing that could cure heartache was war, and since the war wouldn't take me I figure the only thing to do now is take up a life of crime. Gabriel Garcia Marquez says in Love in the Time of Cholera that the only cure for heartache is to find other hearts to break. Five years have passed and I still remember without fail the flint of a lighter, the squint of an eye, and the bell of your dress. I dream a dream each night, sweet variation of the story of you. It comes down to a letter sometimes, I go to the window well with a notebook and a pencil and I draft a sonnet, sometimes a verse, any form of an expression to idle the time it takes for me to find you. I know stars that haven't lived as long. The way I cupped my hands over your ears, the way rapture lived and loved, you kissing me in the shade of the palm trees up their on Notre Damen Ave. I know the curve of the Earth wrapped in the shades of the skin on your body. I live every day for the chance that I will meet you again.