Forget Not The Night

Beauty came fourth, filling my eyes with desire, what could this be if not love beginning to bloom.
I embrace the time of waiting, for it holds hope that the moment would soon come that I finally hold you close to me and feel your warmth.

I imagine the softness of your lips, I would savor the taste of your kiss and remember it always.
Pull me into that moment, be with me now or leave me, but I already know you won't stay.

Could there ever be a chance for you and I after all,
doesn’t time hold hope? Bittersweet is how It all ends, just a memory of a moment that I never had.

I’ll never forget the night beauty had risen up to kiss me, only to leave me in the agony that is love.