5:37AM

On a clear evening with the moon glowing like this
She asked me to write her a poem,
That was an offer that I just simply could not resist
By sunrise I thought of stanzas solely meant for her eyes
Yet, also worthy of a literary First Prize
Her smile still freshly sealed in my mind
I put pencil to paper and went in on my grind
Stitching together sentences hand crafted one of a kind
Making sure her essence lingered in every last line
Words swinging on a summer dance floor
Floating effortlessly through the night
On a clear evening with the moon glowing this bright
Going off feeling and not “wrong” or “right”
Words I might never publish or even recite
Finished up the poem as birds began chirping
Just before dawn
Keeping in mind like she came in,
She’ll one day be gone
So your poem now my gesture documenting when
The curiosity was active and still mutually strong