Wine again; starry night.
Solitude all over, and she smiles to the music.
Understanding, getting close to people, building relationships
can be scary and petrifying.
But once two sets of eyes meet in the middle of the night,
and speak beyond words,
peace, warm hearts, dreamy thoughts, smiles become reality.
She just wanted to kiss his mouth;
have her eyes wide shut tonight;
fall in his arms.
The invisible hustle and bustle.
Imperceptible city lights.
Only his deep brown eyes.
His apologetic tone.
Candle lights.
It was the closest, the deepest, the most intimate she's
ever felt with him.
And it felt right.
Right there they belonged.
And it felt right.
