Tyler Andrew Bartmess

To be in love,
Yolo is what the hipsters may say.
Let go of all feelings,
Every temptation gives way.
Rising as high as a dove.

And as the stars glisten,
Nightingales listen.
Delicately to love's soft melody.
Reverberating on a silent memory.
Ever so gently without remission,
Wind burns our hearts but causes a fission.

Because my heart may beat,
Also may it race when arriving my street.
Remnants of the previous day.
Together my heart and soul sway.
Maybe one day reunited,
Everyone would be excited.
Somebody will give us the time in a day.
Someday we will find a way.