Which night do I speak of my love
The night filled with first moments
Stifled sobs, crushed wishes
Of blooms and ancient memories
Which night do I speak of my love
The night seeped in wine
Rose coloured, wide eyed
Of tender touches and drunken intimacies
Which night do I speak of my love
The night cursed with silences
Choked thoughts, dazed smiles
Of unsaid conversations and hung sighs
Which night do I speak of my love
The night stained with tearful sleeplessness,
Dreamless, hopeless,
Of empty hearts and emptier gazes
Which night do I speak of my love
The night of me and you
From beyond and before
Of all nights between you and me.
Which night do I speak of my love?
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