Midnight Musings of Love

Thoughts of you make the witching hour a sanctuary,

Where love fills a cup, reserved for our lips,

Call it wishful dreaming,

Or the sweet fruition of our desires,

This sacred space I often seek,

Polishing memories like gems, each time anew,

Revealing warmth and truth in their glow,

Late in the hour, you consume my thoughts,

Your words, a gentle caress, your eyes ablaze,

Spelling out L~O~V~E,

An ancient ritual, sung by broken souls,

Yet you, an enigma in spirit and form,

Captivate my mind entirely,

Dreaming, wishing, bringing our love to fruition,

Each thought, a sacred vow, binding us closer, here and now.