i only see her in the dead of night,
she whose eyes shine so bright.
the moonlight streaks in the dark of the night
cannot compare to her might.
when most are asleep, she keeps me awake.
her beautiful song keeps my spirit alive
her melody of love, something i need to survive
her soft lips, my personal high.
as morning arrives, your love fades
my heart aches, even as i know,
your love is mine.
- R.K.