One day, at midnight
when the moon will be
little less bright
than the milky way of our amour,
I will wake up.
Seeing your sober face
and the melodic puff from your lungs,
anew, the faded simper
will be enlivened
somewhere at the corner of lips.
Relishing your breaths with my lips,
I will kiss you.
With slumber stuffed eyes
and half opened lips, you will smile ;
akin the first day.
And resting my head on your chest,
I will fall for you ; again.