In the darkest night lit with moon and stars like assistants of love, we sleep facing the bare sky in a complete silence except the heartbeats that our hands feel on each other. Moon seems a little low and pale; it always flaunts his beauty before the world but has no one to drink his own sensations for love and compassion. So he tries to experience this feeling from close by intervening our privacy and killing the night we drape. The night is graceful,filled with ruses to entertain couples like us who breathe the silence and smile at the fortune we share.He has his eyes closed but moon still bounces on his face.I stare at him,keep on looking at one of the most beautiful faces:serene and calm:that reaches down my soul and purges it with his entire embrace. I have thoughts of thanking 'destiny' on which I hardly put my trust on but intuitively always want it to work for me,for gifting me the nicest mate.His moonlit smile stretches and he says"stop staring at me".I am pink with the blush trying to hide into his covers.His long warm arms help me in sinking and drowning in his presence that I feel in a more fair manner now. GO now,lift yourself up.We may need you tonight but do not go too far cause I still want to see how love looks like......
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