It’s a night to ponder; a night to wonder.
On what love will bet and what love will get?
A night full of dreams, a night full of tears.
Will this night be different or swift into like any other?
Love said: “Love me, live me, cherish me.”
Did it promise to love back or live till eternity?
It has phases of wonderment and sorrows.
Does love ever complain or lives only till ‘morrow?
Love said: “It is a mystery, known to many yet applauded only in history.”
To give it all or give none, is love another word of losing yourself and coming undone?