Maybe

All the stars abound in this moment, your eyes catch the light, and your sighs Bring me to my knees, and I kneel against the posture of that silent whim. For warmth we search, in the hushed cacophony of this vale, Shared wine, and a sweetness lingers, that alights when our lips graze. I don't like that Sun sets in this way, Nor how I know that every smile blurs out. Maybe my love, we shall set sail towards that distant quiet, that faraway hope...