One Night

I stood beside you in the dark, And felt the magic of the night Steal o'er my senses, 'til they swooned, And mists of passion dimmed my sight.

The stillness made me dumb, those words I dared not utter choked my breath, Each crushing each, as mad with life They rose, to die a silent death.

My lips grew dry beneath the fire Of kisses that they feign would give, And every pulse, with answering beat, Throbbed in its eagerness to live.