Darkness does forms by the light being away,

To bring you near, Guess that’s its unique way…

Your face does resurface,

By being in darkness’s embrace…

The free flowing of the air,

Brings your feel and not the scare…

Entire grace of the moon’s surface,

Is a thing borrowed, all from your face…

Silence of the night, isn’t by the absence of noise,

Just is the language of your eyes enhancing magic of your voice…

So many memories of yours does accompanies the night,

Never feeling you are away or I am deprived..

Thou The night would vanish and the day to soon strive,

But with your memories, In the meantime, she would just live.(P.S. I Love You.. Cecelia Ahern)