When the silent night glimmers,
And the farthest star shimmers
Before the procurement of pitch dark,
Eyes search for the embodiment of warmth 
And the heart pounds at the 
Growing boundaries of silence.

In such moments of dense gloominess,
Tense feeling reach culmination 
For the first time in years,
And as the clouds of distress 
Come together up above,
Souls begin to cling;
Her head rests on my heart 
While my lips reach her forehead 
In the prominent grounds of love.