Love leaps into bed tonight,
drapes in supple, innocent light,
sings a most beautiful sorrow
for a lady it last sighs.
It's goodbye, goodbye, again tonight
letting you go wasn't what I decide,
loving you goes beyond what I divine,
as it happens love has its own design.
As dust of night eventually falls,
calms the tide of memories ashore.
P.S.: I realised my pen has been "walking in circles": love, memories, night, the few things on my side. Hopefully, this will be the last.