Thought of our day one,
It was one of a kind.
For sure I had won,
the beauty of them I found.
That night was at its mid.
This ill say in a jest,
And please don’t detest.
This midnight call has no
coincidence, no, NO…!
But one thing you must know,
I stay late to see the night,
Waiting for one.
Yes, one midnight call.
Not from ghosts, nor Angels
of darkness,
But from one.
One who stole my heart into the night.
My feelings are packed like darkness
And sure to come like dawn.
Am waiting upon your promise like morning.
This longing will fade like midnight.
