Words of love,
you came too late.
Like a tear drop of gentle affection,
you rolled down my cheeks.
But I am glad you came.
This emotion, I fear;
I may misname.
How we came close,
how our hearts stumbled,
inexplicit, yet inevitable.
This hazy mystery;
Is love, the search for our answers?
The certainty to our foggy feelings?
Words of love,
Moonlight to a dark loneliness.
You came too late,
But I am glad you came.