The moon has now risen;
stars dance among the skies
as we meet beneath the glimmering streetlight
and our hands intertwine.
My eyes gaze steadily into yours,
the snow swirling in soft flurries around us
as we leave behind that dreadful place
and its wars, silly and superfluous.
Your hair collects small snowflakes;
your breath comes in foggy puffs,
like the gentle giant dragon in fairytales
that the knight grows to trust.
I shiver slightly against the cold
and you, being the way you are
slide off your jacket and wrap it around
my shoulders, the sweetest by far.
We stroll through the city streets
laughing and enjoying ourselves
we dash into the old bookstore
into poetry and storybooks we delve.
Exploring new worlds together,
we share our favorite books.
Together we find a new story
and sit in our favorite nook.
I lay my head on your shoulder
as you read softly to me.
I close my eyes and grow immersed,
life becoming but a memory
Soon enough, it’s time to stop
the story has finally ended
mythical lands of love and triumph
and brokenness that has come to amends.
We exit the store (with books in hand)
and through the snow we stroll a little more,
you take me to my front porch step
and wait patiently at the door.
I hug you warmly and peck your cheek
gazing once more into your eyes so blue
they could fill the whole ocean.
You blush slightly, and I grin at you.
Our magical night has come to an end
but our love still blossoms yet.
You really are my dearest friend;
and that’s something you should never forget.
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