Tonight, I want to write.
I want to write about the raindrops that were falling while you were holding me in your arms.
Tender kisses on my skin, your lips searching for mine.
Tonight, I want to write about the walk we took and the gentle touch of your hand that made me smile.
Old street lamp and the ivy climbing up the wall.
Tonight, like every other night I want to be in your arms.
But the countless shades of emotion, endless rivers of words are trying to find their way out.
Tonight, like every other night, words are leaving me as you lay your head next to mine.
Tonight is a moment in the endless river of moments passed by.