Your tenderness has pervaded into the very pore of my being. Last night I inhaled the fragrance of the moon!

The rain visited us last night, making the soil wet with desire. Today the breeze drifted around the trees, serenading the flowers and the breeze. And a few minutes ago, I drank a pint of Whisky to add a spin to my Thursday night!

When you are tired and want to sleep for the night. I will take you in my arms and lay you there on the bed. I will lie down next to you, hold you in my arms, and stroke your head. And then we will both fall asleep together and find ourselves in la la land.

The night too gave up but my eyes did not find sleep!

The night is the balm for the wounded souls of the world.

Tonight is the night of telling our stories. You tell three and I four.

The rain is a herald of love and tenderness. And rain that falls in the night intoxicates us in myriad feelings of sublimity. We then get swept along in the downpour of tender and sensitive feelings...

the night does not end the stars keep on peeping

Tonight I miss you like the sky misses his moon; a delicate epiphany growing on grass. I serenade the breeze into dancing a cha cha cha; the mountains echo in the background. September sky never looked more charming; or the sublime petals of the rose looked so graceful.