I like speaking softly under the moonlit night.
Everything's more romantic,
Times are less tragic,
And it's moments like those
When the magic begins.
Sometimes my walls are broken into,
And I don't know how much
My heart can take.
That's why nights like these
Should be crowned upon,
They make my world majestically shake.
I like labeling my journal Only for me.
Speaking only my hearts true desire.
Nothing of this world can enter into
Something so prestige.
Only my eyes can see its greater view.
Only my lips mouth the phrase, "I love you."
And only my heart can steal a dream
And make it come true.
August 15, 2011
