Lonely Tear At Dusk

Your sun dress on Saturday and the way you move on summer streets walking to the market place, I thank hidden deities I've seen your face. I want to live in a city of perfect smiles and bouquets and to simply hear you laugh. The lies I've told myself about never wanting to fall in love get blown away like autumn leaves when I know you're in the room. I never thought I'd contemplate again wedding rings or spring chapels but everything about you makes me believe happiness still can breathe in air of all my dreams. Every lonely tear at dusk and weeping midnight candle going out is worth the day you meet someone.