two.

Spilling my soul out, for you it cries.

The many times, it has seen light.

Today it may be dark, like the Harvest Moon.

Remember the time we danced in the rain?

The first time, we kissed?

The rain brings a sense of peace.

The rain brings the mountains closer.

Having a passion for someone else, can be

Kind of hard. Watching the way your tongue

Rolls when you speak your mind.

The way your green eyes wander.

Remember the other night when I let you

Borrow my lighter?

Well where did it go?