Distinguished Brief Time With Her Poem by Uriah Hamilton

Astonishment at midnight
beneath shivering stars,
I sometimes want to freeze to death
in the absence of your supernatural dark eyes.

Isn't life a beautiful dream
when you fall in love in an autumn park
and walk amid the splendor of the leaves?

'Isn't he simply raving? ' you thought
when I confessed
I wanted to kiss the nape of your neck.

This is a perfect madhouse,
this existence of women and perfume,
but I'm completely happy
with every storm we encountered
as we drove to no place in particular
and I listened to your music-like voice
telling me secrets I'll carry to my grave.