The cracked cobblestones
and the dimly lit streetlamp
The litter of stars
that spread across the sky
all bear witness to
the secret couple
dancing
under the soaking wet rain
that accompanies them
yet all promise
to not whisper
to a soul

You are
The four-leaf clover
That I search for
In gardens that spread
Vastly across the horizon
You are
The black swan
That swims so elegantly
Despite a world so cruel
You are
The shooting star
Across the midnight sky
That sparks hope
In the heart of
A boy who yearns