If I could
make you love me
with my poems
I would never
put my pen down
To make
your heart smile
would make
my heart content
For I have loved you
in my dream
of smoke and mirrors
I woke up
to flawed realities
and found
I loved you
much more
than before
Sucked in
by the tongue
of night
tasting of the dark
cardamon
an earthy moss
of winter shade
Here I sway
to the dance
deep in your eyes
a smile
more vibrant
than I recall
I sense
and welcome
my perfect
night time guest
