Only on the Clearest of Night Skies
Maybe I am lonely, maybe I am crazy, and maybe I long for perfect nights to serenade you on the balcony of my isolation. With lute and squire, with pen and pad, with hope and dreams, I am never as wanted as when I was with you, we are two souls entwined as one. Come and go as you may, this is a never ending cycle that brings you right back to me.
I love the night sky, we could spend eternity locked in each others gaze, if only she loved me back.