We fell in love over candlelight
as nightingales, chirping softly through the open window,
lounged lazily in the green veranda
where young lovers shivered close in the almost-dark.
"Come with me," you said.
I was certain you wanted to follow the nightingales
Ever so slightly, I resisted your hand pulling mine
You took it as an invitation.
I forget who paid the bill
I remember I was the one who left the tip
You didn't seem to care how much anything cost
You kept staring into my eyes.