She would lie in my lap under the moonlight ,
her hairs spread like the weaving sea.
Her mischievous eyes and that odd little smile,
with hand in hand she will be all mine.
I would ask her ' will it stay like this forever ? ,
this moment , you and I ? '
She would laugh and say ' Forever ' but her
Voice would come in whisper.
And I would let out a sigh for I know
forever is a big lie.

Those dances in the rain her being the beauty,
and me being her only sight.
Those playful...