silence of night enchants our lover
The air of blossoms retracts her towards
she sits awaiting in a unknown place
waiting for a lost love to appear,
waiting for stars to zoom past
waiting for fireworks rivaling the 4th of July
scenes of a cliché Disney film cross her mind
as the remains of her heart are put back with more
our man of the hour awaits,
asking for the man above to respond
for the love he almost married is inside
forgotten thoughts are brought up
for he must reclaim his beloved
the eire air became familiar as lovers became beloved

A blossom in a flowerbed of wilted roses
A man with love conflicting his heart
A kiss never forgotten
for that night shall never be gone.