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