Late at night, Whilst nursing warm mugs of hot chocolate Watching

Late at night,

Whilst nursing warm mugs of hot chocolate

Watching the steam rise up in swirls in the dark air

We sat talking under a sky strewn with thousands of constellations,

You talked about all the things you ever wanted

And then you turned to me, asked me what I wanted,

A million things flashed through my head,

But in reality all I wanted was you.

                                    H.M