THAT NIGHT...

That night
When the moon shone at our existance
The breeze exaulted us
And the strangeness in us was obscure

Than night
When the frogs croak was like a melody
The owl's hoot was like a serenade
The fireflies ignited passion
Seemingly uneven but not pararell

That night
When i gazed at your eyes
And saw a replica of us
When our common touch felt like
Our first
So majical we lost ourselves

That night
When every moment
Was like dè jávu and we liked it
When we sat silently
But talked loudly in love
A perfect interlude with imperfect lovers...

That fateful night.....