For: Michael.
It comes in the dead of night
This sadness that covers the bones
A fake nostalgia rises
And so my heart slowly goes.
In this dark paradise
I feel this desired touch
A luminous stare is given
And a tightly forbiddened clutch.
A lingering hand is soon forgotten
As the night begins to fade.
A bittersweet dream is lost
As an enduring love is frayed.
Your warmth on my cold heart
Whilst in my mind, you gently play.
Your love like a burning fire There, I will soon be saved.
