Enchanted upon a moonlit night
eyes of my lover are bright
captured his essence pulled delicately
in that moment we connected endlessly
Yet two years later within passion's thrust
the love can easily turn to raging lust
Anger mingles with love
and draws us into it
the things I've said
I wish I didn't .
But the passion wraps us in ribbons
of seductive nights by firelight
amid the twilight
Why can't this darkest midnight
not ever end?
Instead of sending us swirling
into the depths of illusions
misplaced once again
Where we are left hanging
and dangling from the ledge
between heartbreak and sadness
and ultimate gladness and then..