I remember the night
when you held my hand tight
I was yours , you were mine.
You were afraid of what people around would think,
I assured you no one would recognise us
so hold my hand and stop twitching.
I can see your eyes glowing in the city lights
you hold my hand and I see in your eyes that delight.
I wanted to walk with you to the edge of all we have ever known ever so slow ,
not caring about the moon above and street below.

The night came to an end and we had to part,
so I framed the memory of this night as a piece of art
that now hangs in the wall of my heart.
If this isn't love, I don't know what is,
for I hope there isn't any other man I would have to kiss.

This night may again come by,
when we won't have to say goodbye ,
again I would be yours, you would be mine.

By tajbiha