It was August—
You loved me with no pause.
It was the seventh night—
The moment you ended the fight.

I was enthralled by your sight—
So inspired by what you do.
You carry the brightest light
Of my life that you see through.

The seventh night was lively—
And danced so lovely.
You asked me to be your aficionado—
That seventh night you changed my motto.

Seventh night, seven swans—
Making love on the lawn.
Pretty stars glowed in the dark—
With your love, I do not feel any lark.


© Joel Gigante