A silly face for another,
Conversation sans the words.
Just eyes to speak a million stories,
Like the million fireflies that float above me.

Who are you? What have you done to me?
It doesn't matter when you stand before me.
An empty soul - A field of butterflies,
Your fingertips graze across mine.

Darkness falls and lightens a caution.
Every move, breath, and thought,
Echoing down the empty highway.
A bus full of sleeping eyes, only one pair catches mine.

Urges masked under a coat of innocence,
Dark cold winds fail to numb my senses.
Just two unknown souls hand in hand,
Embarking on a journey to unknown lands.

"Will you be mine, my valentine?"
"Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!"
Darkness dispels.
Only a shiny rock remains on my finger.

~Roxy