Serene in the verdant meadow
On a resplendent night,
Amidst the rustle of frail trees swaying
And silence’s stealthy sighs.
Showers of comets shooting ablaze
And stars sparkling like jewels bright,
I gaze into the glittery constellations
Of your mystique dark eyes.
Until ephemeral meets eternal
And mundane becomes a magical sight,
Hold my hand, my love
Until the morning hues arise.
(For if you let go, I might die.)