Distinguished Brief Time With Her

Astonishment at midnight beneath shivering stars, I sometimes want to freeze to death in the absence of your supernatural dark eyes. Isn't life a beautiful dream when you fall in love in an autumn park and walk amid the splendor of the leaves? 'Isn't he simply raving? ' you thought when I confessed I wanted to kiss the nape of your neck. This is a perfect madhouse, this existence of women and perfume, but I'm completely happy with every storm we encountered as we drove to no place in particular and I listened to your music-like voice telling me secrets I'll carry to my grave.