Fireflies danced amongst the shrubs, Nocturnal fragrance filled the garden, Sweet melodies of violin Wafted into the serenity Of our quiet neighbourhood. How could I not dream of my love? On the hammock beneath an old oak I lay swinging gently to the tune, A rhapsody weaving a magical spell. Thoughts drifting into night's allure. Will she come to me to count our stars? Would she regale me with many a kiss As passionate as each nebula That adorned so heavenly our sky? There the trill of the nightingale Suddenly hushed as she approached. I felt elated with the anticipation of love.