It Was The Night

A piece that I wrote for someone special, not too long ago, although it seems like it's been a lifetime.

I have met a water nymph.

Her soul, her existence,

Sets an open fire of emotion

Upon the giddy playground of

Communications that we share.

 

Without her, I may not still

live; well, live as happily as

I am with her, anyways.

 

There will most likely be

times when we argue,

time when we don't acknowledge

the existence of each other,

yet I think we have the 

Strength, the will, and the

bond to be able to overcome

anything that comes our way.

 

Nothing will take me

astray, to wander along

in the mist, for another one

to accompany me, until the 

day that she makes her 

own decision. I will

always remember this day:

 

It Was The Night

Author's Note

This piece isn't really going anywhere, although I just couldn't help but to put it up for the purposes of reminiscing.