That Night

A poem of love for the Love-Of-My-Life

Street art in Paris that says it all

That night, that night,
that night of nights,
that night I will remember
until deep into my nightest night.

Was it a dream? A dream in which
I dreamt of finally meeting the
person of my dreams? A dream I
dreamt ever since I started
dreaming.

But is was real and it was you. You.
YOU!
And when I look at you I know it’s you,
the one I dreamt of. You.

Every day since that night of nights,
I dream of you with my eyes open.