Can you remember the first time we wrote poetry together? You wrote it in a song but I was too talentless to put it into music. So I put it into a story instead. Your voice vibrated through my body, giving me chills down my spine. I closed my eyes, swaying my head back and forth feeling the breeze of the wind slap across my face. You never made one mistake, your notes were fully spot on and I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have such a talented savour like you. You stopped for a minute. I opened my eyes wondering why your beautiful melody stopped. You shook your head and starting to fidget with something. You brought out a white rose. You stuck your tongue out when you were concentrated. You were putting the rose in my hair. I smiled asking how I looked and you said. 'Like an angel kissing the night good luck.' You smiled winking at me, continuing to strum your guitar strings once again.
