2:07 in the morning,
The wind howls outside
Inbetween the rigging of the
Boats near where we kissed that
Halloween.
Year gone by so fast yet
You still cause me to think back
To a time when I was happy, and
Naive to the insurmountable fact
That whilst I were a chapter to
You you were a whole book to me.
You were a hurricane, and I was
The breeze.