Cette Nuit

One night, crisp and clear,
you whispered nothings into my ear.
You kissed my lips very softly,
then engaged in talking romanticaly.
On the rooftop, like in a song,
we lingered, oh, not too long.
But long enough to be free,
in a time we werent meant to be.
A memory of mine that I hold close,
for when Ill need it the most.
Of a loving embrace,
of the love on your face,
and us dancing in the lift.
The memory of the night is a gift.