The la pluma estilográfica,
Wrote down your name....
Covers unfolded,

The first page opened again....
The darkness of the ink,
Ate up every light,
The jumbled cursive words ---
A remembrance of our plight....
How coward were we,

To give up the fight!
Your voice lingers,
I'm awake,
The fatherly clock yells ---
"2 am,
Please take a break!"
It's our midnight love,
For which I crave,
Where are you?

(Merlin's Café,
Closed.
Doors are shut,
There's no light.)

3 am,
I haunt the night,
Baby, don't you wanna keep up the fight,
For us?

The story line ends,
I don't know how?
Every starry night,
Is a déjà vu,
Of our secrets,
Of our love,
Baby, the night winds whisper,
The story of us....