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.