In the quiet moments of the night,
Your image dances in my mind,
A light that shines so bright,
Yet leaves me painfully confined.

Each heartbeat thunders with your name,
A symphony of joy and despair,
For loving you is a tender flame,
That burns with a fervor rare.

Your laughter is my sweetest song,
Yet tears fall with every note,
For in this love, both right and wrong,
I find myself afloat.

To love you is to live in bliss,
And yet in agony to dwell,
For every stolen kiss,
Is a story I cannot tell.