The dark shy, the charming night
and the dodgy feeling, I can't fight.
The champagne sparkles with life
when it is dribbled into a glass.
The bubbles whizz through the
liquid, like shooting stars.
The warm liquid as it slips down,
the fizz in it becomes the musician, I treasure.
Excitement, completeness, tranquillity;
a symphony in these three emotions
intensifies the tasting pleasure.
As the gentle blow of wind
hits my sultry face.
It unlocks and throws off
my rusted heart brace.
The fireflies, a million little creatures
fly and boast their ravishing features.
My finger entwined with my messed up hair,
who said? who said that love's a life slayer?
Love is lovely and love is true
if I am me and I am you.
It's nowhere written that
only two people can love.
For you can love yourself.
When you can hold your own hands,
then why do you cry for help?
Move closer to yourself, you be yours,
You can be your own sun, your moon
and your midnight rose.
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Written by: Nayasha_Jena
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