It was such a special night!
I remember. It was 1 am.
I was with her and it felt just right.
But I had to leave when came to me this poem.

Before, I have had special moments with her
At the restaurant, for example, where we first met.
Or perhaps, at this rooftop place where
We went on our very first date.

Yet, it was such a special night!
I remember. It was 1 am.
I was with her and it felt just right.
But I had to leave when came to me this poem.

I don't know what to say.
A bit different, it certainly felt.
She listened to me intently and cared
When, again, I saw my heart melt.

Oh, it was such a special night!
I remember. It was 1 am.
I was with her and it felt just right.
But I had to leave when came to me this poem.

She saw the world of music and woe
In which I was forlorn.
She listened, and I felt better even when
All I did was scorn.

Yes, it was such a special night!
I remember. It was 1 am.
I was with her and it felt just right.
But I had to leave when came to me this poem.

Again that night, I opened up to her.
It's always so warm, I've nothing to fear.
Hours passed, and there we were.
I talked and talked and I didn't even slur.

My my, it was such a special night!
I remember. It was 1 am.
I was with her and it felt just right.
But I had to leave when came to me this poem.

Hardly do I ever want to leave,
I wish if only I could stay.
I wish if only I could stretch my arm
On which all night she could lay.

Even so, it was such a special night!
I remember. It was 1 am.
I was with her and it felt just right.
But I had to leave when came to me this poem.

It's quite late and I feel that
I must end my ballad,
By being happy that she is here
To colour when things are pallid.

You see ? It was such a special night!
I remember. It was 1 am.
I was with her and it felt just right.
But I had to leave when came to me this poem.
© Saurav Dandekar