Beautiful are the stars tonight

outside; an arctic chill in the air,

I wonder if poets like me awake,

so early to etch their souls without a care?

I long to sleep but when I awoke

needed to write all in my heart,

thinking of you Woman does that to me

Poetry is indeed a moving art

Stars like diamonds hang above

whispering a song for the night,

I gaze upon a new vision

held in your arms of love, so right

Forbidden fruit is tempting but dangerous

it creates fire that could burn my soul

I've seen the shipwrecked lives of others

living in hallways of regret they didn't know

Passion is so easily written on a page

but my heart opens only to Love's key

I keep my word and what is true

its what moves the Romantic part of me