Hill

Today under the moonlight, 

I started to think about you.

Finding you around me, 

Even in my surroundings too. 

Felt you were the moon,

Too beautiful to resist.

Felt you were the stars,

The brightness of which,

Can't be specific.

Felt you were the wind,

Which gives me an unknown peace. 

Felt you were the trees,

The shade of which,

Is only I was left with.

Enchanted by your sweet voice,

I felt I heard a Nightingale,

But then I suddenly realized,

It's you my sweet Angel.

The play of words by you,

Is just a piece of art.

Just like a magician,

Playing his part.

There are rays of light then,

Glittering around the dark.

Looks like the night, 

Is set to depart.

How beautiful is this scene,

Up from the hill.

Do I need to tell you then?

You should all go to sleep.