In the middle of the night when the lights are low,
With crickets chirping and light bugs aglow,
It’s the perfect time for a mid-night stroll,
Flashlight in hand, loved one at side,
You match one another, stride for stride,
Off into the night with nothing to hide,
The talk is that of life, free, and flowing,
You talk of trust, and your new love that’s growing,
You talk of the future, and the seeds you’re sowing,
But keep in mind that life is a fire,
One that needs feeding, with heartfelt desire,
With this kept in mind, love only grows higher,
Now that the walk, is done with, and through,
I drift off to dreamland holding my love true,
I guess by now you know that is you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem