the quiet nights aren't as quiet as they may seem 
surrender to love 
because being loved is your number one dream 
and who are they to tell you no 
don't listen to anyone but the one who holds you close 
not his voice 
but his eyes
let them talk 
listen to his heart 
as it beats 
as you lay on his chest 
that rhythm was made for you 
you were made for him 
efflorescent memoir 
closed tulips 
tu lips 
two lips 
as our love blooms 
reaching an optimum stage of development 
efflorescently. .. .