Wednesday, February 6, 2008

The Night

The night is empty,
the sea sleeps in serenity
but here we are,
confessing to be in love.

Fate or destiny,
whatever it may be,
the angels are laughing at us
for being here.

Love shows no mercy,
my old friend says,
to mortals who dream,
to those who believe.

For freedom condemns lovers,
as the ecstasy of heaven,
may lead two innocent beings
to the very doors of hell.