My Romantic Poem

I wake up in the darkness of the night,
I begin to listen ... a voice ... outside
a fire glowing, dancing in the moonlight.

And I hear a poem spoken softly
a dream. I scrawl words from memory,
to later recreate its poetry.

If I remember that night-time poem
that will make someone and lovers of them
smile or wipe away teardrops of joy, then

my love poem will be worthwhile and so
I will write more poems that will enfold
our dreams and wishes in a loving hold.

My romantic poem will mean as much
to someone's heart as a lover's warm touch.