If I could

make you love me

with my poems

I would never

put my pen down

To make

your heart smile

would make

my heart content

For I have loved you

in my dream

of smoke and mirrors

I woke up

to flawed realities

and found

I loved you

much more

than before

Sucked in

by the tongue

of night

tasting of the dark

cardamon

an earthy moss

of winter shade

Here I sway

to the dance

deep in your eyes

a smile

more vibrant

than I recall

I sense

and welcome

my perfect

night time guest