Midnight

a free-style poem

How I long to picnic with you
in a field bathed in moonlight
where I lay
and you lay
so I can watch-
as if mesmorized-
your stunning face
your toothy grin
your sparkling eyes
and we would dance in the dewy grass
much like swans-
languid and graceful
swirling 'round and 'round
with not a care in the world
except us.
you and me.
but, alas, our loving night would be shattered
with the first streak of pink in the sky
where we would then say our goodbyes
and our solemn vow-
I love you.